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Chapter 40.
  • Sonic Ramon

    Pokémon Trainer
    Pronouns
    He/Him/His
    Chapter 40: Natural Disaster.

    The Aquatic War Arc.

    Everyone's backs pin against each other, eyes widening at the two armies: Some charge after them while the rest fight each other. Justin and Ada squint, lifting their arms in unison. A blue and purple shield forms around the group, blocking the incoming Water moves.

    "GAH!" the teens wince, closing their eyes and stroking their arms. The combined Mystical Shield fades, hordes of Gyarados and Wishiwashi swarming the group within seconds.

    Mesmeren gulps and snaps towards the cabin, running. A Wishiwashi and Gyarados jolt in front of her, the Drowzee falling on her behind. "EEK!" she yelps.

    Courtney grits her teeth, grabbing her sword's hilt. "Dammit." She looks around. "There's—Gah! So many of them!" She winces.

    A Wishwashi's liquefied fin slams beside Ramon, water splashing on him. The fox yelps, falling on his back.

    "Ramon!" Ada yells, blocking another Wishiwashi's Liquidation with her claws, groaning. Ramon shakes, eyeing at the large fish in front of him. Tears stream down his cheeks, the fox completely immobilized by misery.

    Coleo squints at the Wishiwashi, jumping off from the Zoroark and taking out his dagger. Before the large fish can prepare his Hydro Pump, Coleo slashes him several times, the Wishiwashi yelping and backing away. The Blipbug backflips on the Zoroark's head, tugging his hair.

    "YARGH, LAD! PULL YESELF TOGETHER!" Coleo yells. Ramon gasps, looking up at an insect peeping over his head. "I do not know what ye ar' goin' through, but we need ye help on belayin' these lakeswimmers from hurtin' us!" Sighs. "Please."

    Ramon blinks for a moment, looking around: Justin sweating at his blades clashing against a Gyarados' Aqua Tail, Ada pushing a few Wishiwashis back with her purple beams, Courtney and Sylock kicking and shoving some Gyarados back while Mesmeren whimpers behind them, and Roan slashing another Gyarados with Dragon Claw.

    Everyone's desperation leads the fox's shakiness to slow down, a simple sigh radiating from him. He stands. "Al-Alright…"

    "Thanks." Coleo clenches the fox's hair, Ramon's claws glowing white. A Gyarados swings his aquatic tail at Ramon, the Zoroark countering it with Fury Swipes. "Ngh!" Coleo grunts, gritting his teeth. Ramon grunts as well, pushing his claws forward. He soon shoves the serpentine away, panting.

    Roan hops over a Hydro Pump, yelping while airborne. "HOLY—" his eyes widen at the two incoming Wishiwashis, both shrouded in white auras. Roan opens his mouth and, "AAAAAAAAAH!"

    Before the two fishes even reach the dragon, large winds blow them back and collide against a group of Gyarados. Roan lands, eyeing the dark brown boy twirling his blades. "Thank you, Justin! You're a lifesaver!" The kid exclaims before whimpering, stroking his arm.

    Justin lifts his thumb. "No proble—AH!" he groans, stroking his arm as well. "This stupid ass pain, man. I swear." He sees the Wishiwashis floating back up, both charging towards the two. "...Did that not do anything to them? What?"

    Roan also notices three Gyarados behind the boy, quaking . "OH NO! BEHIND YOU, JUSTIN!"

    The boy jolts behind him, twirling his blades. "Crap!" He swings his Sorcery Blades, huge winds gnashing against the three Gyarados. The Gyarados snarl, shaking themselves from the winds before dashing forward. Justin blinks. What's going on with my winds? Why ain't they doing SOME damage like it did at Majestic? He grips his blades, frowning.

    Mesmeren jumps and ducks from the many Hydro Pumps, stroking her head as she trembles. Her lips quiver, tears welling up. Get me out get me out get me out get me out ge— her panicky thoughts halt when an Aqua Tail lands in front of her, the Drowzee backing away within seconds.

    "EEK!" She eyes the Gyarados up, his browbeat glare striking into her heart. The Pokémon simply opens his mouth, a stream of liquid charging itself. Mesmeren shakes her head, tears falling down. "Pl-Please no!"

    The moment the Hydro Pump fires, a Flamethrower collides against it, blinding the Gyarados. Mesmeren looks behind her at Sylock, the Blaziken dashing towards the serpent and jumping. He kicks the Pokémon's face, roars of pain exuding him. Landing, Sylock grunts in discomfort, his hand gripping his hilt.

    "Th-Thank you, Sylock," Mesmeren says before whimpering, stroking her chest. She then looks down, her shadow getting bigger as it doesn't take long for her to hear the incoming Double-Edge. "AAH!" She rolls forward, a Wishiwashi crashing into the spot. She leaps off, colliding against Sylock. "Oof!" Mesmeren groans, bouncing off instantly. She then dusts him. "S-Sorry!"

    Sylock sighs and stands, pulling out his sword while eyeing everywhere. Mesmeren gets close to him, trembling. Many of the aquatic soldiers rush towards them, Sylock grinding his teeth. How the HELL do I deal with so many Water types while having a scared person in the back!? he thinks.

    Ada extends her claws and swipes, pushing several of the water soldiers away from her. She pants, jumping from a sudden Hydro Pump before blocking a Wishiwashi's Aqua Tail, groaning. "UGH!" She's pushed back, sliding across the wet grass.

    Courtney dodges the Water moves, white trails following her. She shoves a Gyarados with her Quick Attack, wincing afterwards. Her eyes then widen to a Hydro Pump slamming her out of the blue, pushing her away. "ACK!" She flips over and over before sliding back.

    Ramon blocks each Aqua Tails with his white claws, backing away from two Gyarados. Then a third one lurches from behind them, flipping forward to slam her Aqua Tail. Ramon gnashes his teeth, jumping away in time.

    He slides across the ground, gripping it. Soon his back is met with Ada and Courtney's, both eyeing the group of furious soldiers. Ramon pants, rumbling. "T-There's so many of them!" He whimpers.

    "Lots of them against eight of us…" Courtney grips her sword along with the strap-on. "This ain't lookin' pretty, y'all."

    Ada nods. "Yeah…If only my body wasn't in pain today!" She shoots her purple lasers towards the incoming water soldiers, pushing them back. She whimpers, stroking the side of her stomach. "Why am I hurt whenever I use my Magic moves, let alone doing basic attacks!? I wasn't feeling this way yesterday, so why now!?"

    Coleo squints as Ramon pushes another group of fish with Dark Pulse. "It has somethin' to do with the—Argh, Weakener Lycus put in our apples," Coleo says.

    "Weakener?" The Lopunny collides her sword against a Wishiwashi's Aqua Tail. "The heck is that!?" She shoves the Pokémon back, grunting.

    Ada keeps shooting her projectiles, whimpering. "GAH!" Her eyes widen to more of the soldiers charging towards them, gnashing her teeth. "Arceus gracious, there's MORE of them!?" She snaps towards the boy, Justin jumping over a Gyarados while kicking the other in the face. "JUSTIN! I NEED YOU FOR THE SHIELD, PLEASE!"

    The boy lands, panting heavily while nodding. "You ain't gotta tell me twice!" He rushes towards the teen, gritting his teeth in anxiety.

    Roan yelps and follows the boy. "W-Wait for me, Justin sir!"

    Sylock eyes the two before grabbing Mesmeren by the head. "E-Eh!?" the Drowzee says, being pulled by the Blaziken. Sylock zips forward, two Wishiwashis ramming against each other in his place, knocking themselves out.

    Everyone eventually regroups, Justin standing next to Ada as his blades disappear. He throws his arms forward, Ada following suit: A huge blue and purple shield surrounds the gang, blocking off any attacks. The teens whimper, closing their eyes and gnashing their teeths.

    "Sh-Shit it hurts, fam!"

    "I-I know…Whatever this 'Weakener' is, it's doing anything but benefitting us!" Ada winces.

    "Weakener, fam? The hell is—GAH!" Justin pants.

    "I'm on the same—AGH, boat as you are, Justin."

    Ramon looks at the teens: The pale skins of dread, the black circles of torment. Anxiety and misery surround them, seeping within as they use their combined shield. The Zoroark lowers his ears, sorrow painting his green eyes. …This is my fault. His bangs cloud his left eye. They're hurt because of me…

    . . .

    Over at the lake itself, Virtuous collides his liquefied fins against Behemoth's aquatic tail, the two growling at each other while airborne. The armies below bash and ram, some even using their Hydro Pumps to push the others away. Virtuous huffs, smacking Behemoth away with his fin. Behemoth shakes his head, snarling before charging towards the Wishiwashi, tackling him. Virtuous grunts, shielding himself while pushed.

    "I HATE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH!" Behemoth exclaims, shoving more.

    "Hah! Same here, you empty-headed debacle!" Virtuous groans. "Truly the biggest pain in the buttock! Not only on my trainer, but also on me, too!" He headbutts the leader Gyarados. Behemoth groans before Virtuous Hydro Pumps him, pushing him away.

    Aquatus ducks under one Gyarados' tail before shoving him away, the serpentine colliding against another. A column of water ushers towards the School, two Gyarados spawning within, their eyes glowing light blue. Aquatus rolls to the side, evading the combined Waterfalls. She pushes another Gyarados with Hydro Pump, dodging more incoming Aqua Tails as the water splashes up.

    Gah! This is crazier than the last big phase! she thinks, grunting. Her tailfins are coated in blue energy, the School grinding her teeth at four Gyarados dashing after her. She swings her Aqua Tail, slamming them against the lake. A huge water wave springs up, another Gyarados leaping out while screaming her war cry. Aquatus jumps forward and bashes against the serpent's belly, pushing her far away. The Mystic Water School lands back, panting heavily.

    . . .

    The Mystical Shield fades in and out, the teens whimpering. "Can't hold on much longer! Brace yourselves, fams!" Justin closes one eye while spawning his Sorcery Blades, the shield disappearing completely.

    Many Hydro Pumps and Aqua Tails spiral towards the group, their eyes gapping with dread.

    "OH SHI—" Courtney cuts herself off as the group jumps, dodging the Water moves. The attacks hit the ground, exploding everyone away from each other.

    "AAAH!"

    Everyone screams while separating: Justin with Ada to the southwest, Courtney with Sylock to the northwest; and Ramon with Coleo, Roan, and Mesmeren to the southeast. The water sprinkles more onto them as they land.

    Justin and Ada groan, their heads nudging each other. The two blink before turning their heads, blushing. Ada is about to say something until their shadows grow bigger, both looking up: Five Gyarados tower over them, fury spreading throughout.

    The teens gulp. "Crap," they say. The Gyarados open their maws and shoot their menacing flood, the teens rolling over within seconds.

    Meanwhile, Courtney has her head planted onto her arm, panting. "Ah…Not sure how long I can last durin' all of this," she mentions to the Blaziken lying beside, wincing and stroking the grass. "Dammit!"

    Sylock looks up at an upside-down group of Schools, white auras encasing them. He grits his teeth, flipping backwards and landing onto his feet. He groans in agony, stroking his left arm while one of his eyes is closed. Damn this poison or whatever that Lycus asshole put inside of me! He pants, gripping his sword as blue and purple energy surround it. I'm an idiot for trusting him…I should've known better. He looks behind him, seeing a struggling Lopunny lying on the ground while forcing herself up. Now I'll lose her because of—

    Pauses.

    A brief image of a Buneary and a Combusken appears in his head, bumping each other's fist.

    .No. I refuse to lose you. Sylock snaps at the Wishiwashis group, bringing his sword to the right. NOT EVEN TO SOME STUPID FISHES! He snarls, swinging his sword and shooting a large magical wave. The blue and purple wave collides against the blue fishes, pushing them away. Sylock pants, eyeing his silver sword, the energy around it fading. Thank you, Delia. He then rushes to Courtney's aid, helping her up.

    . . .

    At the southeast, the other four are already up and protecting themselves, Coleo gripping onto Ramon's hair further. Roan collides his Dragon Claw against a Wishiwashi's Double-Edge, groaning while pushing forward. The large fish overpowers the dragon, shoving.

    "AH!" He rolls around the ground a bit before jabbing it with his claws, stopping. He grunts, gritting his teeth. "This is—AGH, almost worse than the hurricane incident! ALMOST!" Roan leaps from two Aqua Tails slamming beside him. "YIKES!"

    Ramon ducks from one Hydro Pump before jumping over another, zooming towards one Gyarados that's about to use Aqua Tail. He jabs him with his dark paws quickly, pushing him back. Once his Sucker Punch fades, a large shadow forms over him, Ramon yelping. He turns around at another Gyarados lurching forward, his maw shrouding in icy auras.

    "Ah no ye don't!" Coleo puffs his cheeks, rinsing something in his mouth before firing a glob of web at the serpent, clouding his vision. The Gyarados backs away, flailing under the Sticky Web.

    Ramon sighs in relief, lifting his claw at the insect. "Thanks, Coleo."

    Coleo grunts in pain a little before nodding. "No problem, matee—AAAAAAAAAY!" Coleo screams, eyeing a Wishiwashi School behind the Zoroark. Ramon turns, eyes enlarging at the incoming Double-Edge. He screams as well.

    The School almost reaches them until he pauses, being pushed away by force. The two turn around, Mesmeren panting heavily as her eyes stop glowing. She lowers her hands, dropping to the ground, whimpering.

    "U-Ugh. Confusion u-usually doesn't take a lot out of me," she says.

    Ramon rushes to the tapir, picking her up. "Thanks for saving us there."

    Mesmeren blinks, her hands connecting with Ramon's. Her face grows red. OhMyGoodnessGraciousHe'sHoldingMyHands—AAAAAAH! She slowly lifts her mouth, smiling. "N-No problem!"

    Ramon raises his brow at the shaky smile, smiling back. "Alright the—" he's smacked away by a Gyarados' Aqua Tail, screaming towards the lake.

    Mesmeren jumps back, yelping. "RAMON!" she screams as Coleo grits his teeth, hanging onto the fox as tightly as possible.

    . . .

    Aquatus groans while dodging more and more of the Gyarados' Aqua Tails, glaring. "Is this SERIOUSLY all you guys can think of doing!?" she exclaims. She soon yelps to something wrapping around her, wincing. "What the—" a Gyarados' Crunch clamps her, the dark auras radiating his maw. The soldier then tosses Aquatus towards land. "AAAH!"

    Eventually, Ramon and Aquatus collide their backs against each other, the two coughing up blood. The Zoroark falls on the grass while the Wishiwashi falls on the water, both groaning. As the two pick themselves up, they turn around, making eye contact. Aquatus' necklace shifts, her eyes radiating with spite. Ramon lowers his ears, his eyes nearing its teary state.

    The fox looks away, guilt spreading across. "I can explain."

    Aquatus looks side to side, spotting more Gyarados heading her way. She casts her Aqua Tail, staring back at Ramon. "After what the Floatzel showed us?" She smacks one Gyarados away. "Why should I hear ANYTHING you have to say!?"

    Ramon trembles, gritting his teeth. "I-It's not entirely like how Lycus portrays it!" He collides a Gyarados' Hydro Pump with his Dark Pulse.

    Aquatus headbutts another Gyarados. "Are you saying those images weren't you? Were you NOT the same Zoroark that transformed into 'Larry' and 'Sam'?"

    "Erm…"

    Aquatus glares at the fox. "Sounds like Lycus is right about your kind being deceptive." Ramon feels his heart being stabbed by multiple needles, eyes widening. Aquatus continues, "You were pretending to be our friend. And for what? Just to cause more drama in this war? Something that neither I nor Quintin wanted!?" Aquatus backs away from a Gyarados' Hydro Pump before shoving him away. "It's thanks to you: This war will never end!"

    "But…" Ramon sluggishly moves away from a Gyarados' Aqua Tail, falling on his behind. "It's…"

    "It's exactly how you intended it, right? You Zoroarks—" she grits her teeth. "Should be ashamed of yourselves!" Aquatus yells, tears streaming down her cheeks. She fires Hydro Pump at two more Gyarados, pushing them away.

    She's right. Tears slide down the fox's cheeks, everything feeling as though they no longer exist. Ramon's paws stroke the grass, his heart beating at a slow pace. I shouldn't have used my Illusion. Images of him transforming into a Wishiwashi pop into his head. I have no reason to. Images of him transforming into a Gyarados pop into his head. Even though I did it to convince the leaders on ending the war, I…ultimately made things worse.

    "L…" Coleo's voice vaguely rings through Ramon's mind.

    I should've said no. I should've let the war sit by and solve itself. I should've… Images of him being saved by the two teens from Travis appear in his mind. …not met anyone. Muffle sounds of the fox crying emanate the void.

    I'm a Zorua. A Zoroark.

    "La…!" Coleo's voice rings stronger.

    I'm a monster from the start…Maybe that's why I ate the dead Alomomola. Maybe that's why Nomar and I went out hunting before I was taken away. Maybe that's why I couldn't remember my past with the Institute: I… Images of Travis scolding him in Gloomy Woods appear in his mind. I've ruined the Prospective Institute with my Illusion! I wanted to forget about it, and move on like none of it happened! Maybe that's why I have amnesia because I purposefully gave myself one to forget about my unforgivable deeds, exactly what a Zoroark would d—

    "LAD! MOOOOOOOOVE!"

    Coleo's voice booms through Ramon, the Zoroark witnessing an incoming Gyarados' Crunch. Ramon rolls over, the Gyarados ramming into the ground and groaning.

    "...Ugh." Ramon plants his paw on his forehead, tears streaming down like crazy.

    Coleo sighs heavily, looking down at the somber state the fox is in. He frowns, glaring towards Aquatus. "LASS!"

    Aquatus blinks, tossing a Gyarados into the lake. She stares at Ramon. "You don't sound like that a moment ago?"

    "That's cuz of the lad o' top of the Zoroark!" Coleo exposes himself from the red hair, Aquatus quirks her brow.

    "Who are you?" The School pushes a Gyarados away from her.

    "Virtuous and Behemoth's friend, Coleo. He's not the one who thought of the idea: His friends did, and I followed throu' so that we could end the war!"

    Aquatus tilts her head. "You're the leaders' friend? And this Illusion scheme exists to end the war?" She shakes her head. "I found it too hard to believe after knowing what that Zoroark has done. Perhaps you COULD be a Zoroark, too."

    "Lass—" Coleo grips his setaes. "Even if that is the case, Lycus lied about why Ramon used his Illusion! The lad wanted to convin' me friends to end the war while not getting caught."

    Aquatus dodges one Hydro Pump before snarling. "Why couldn't you do it yourselves, then!? Why toy with our emotions by having your friend pretending to be like us!?"

    "BECAUSE VIRTUOUS AND BEHEMOTH WOULD NOT LISTEN, LASS! I TRIED!" Coleo tears rain down his cheeks, the storm accelerating it. "I grew up with those two addles with me trainer. I tried tellin' them not to fight over who is the strongest! I tried tellin' them not to take it too far, and yet the more they fought, the more serious it got. And now…it has gotten so bad, both of ye kinds are involved."

    Aquatus lowers her glare, slowly turning into concern. "Are…you telling the truth?"

    Coleo nods. "Take a look at our faces, lass: We are both hurt, and want this man-o-war to end." He points at himself and then at Ramon, who continues to tear up. The fox looks at Aquatus, his lips quivering. Aquatus stares at them for what feels like an hour, her mind wandering. "I…wished there was a way I could prove to ye."

    "..." Before Aquatus can say anything—

    "AAAAH!"

    Quintin's screams catch their attention. They turn towards him: The Water Gem Gyarados is swimming around in panics, dodging and ducking each menacing stream from several Wishiwashis.

    Aquatus gasps. "Quintin!" She gnashes her teeth, shaking her head. "Great: Now I'm stuck!"

    Coleo raises his brow. "What do ye mean?"

    Aquatus blinks before zooming behind Ramon, smacking two Gyarados away with Aqua Tail. "Quintin's my friend, and he's in trouble! But I'm also by Virtuous' side in this war. If I go help him: Virtuous and others will see me as a backstabber." She whimpers, panic rising within. "What should I do? Keep my loyalty or go help Quintin?"

    Ramon sniffles, wiping away some tears. "A-Aquatus…" He stands, trembling. Aquatus looks at the fox. "I…I know that I've been disguising as you and Quintin's friend throughout these past two days. But my feelings during those disguises were absolutely genuine, even if I had to lie about my origins." Sniffles. "I never intended to harm anyone like this, contrary to what Lycus had you thinking." He shakes his head. "Like Coleo said, I had no choice but to be under those disguises. I needed enough time to convince the two leaders to end the war…But—" he sighs, another tear sliding. "It doesn't excuse myself for pretending to be someone I am not, despite my genuine feelings. And…I am truly sorry for doing that to you two."

    Tears cloud the lady Wishiwashi's vision. "And you expect me to forgive you? Just like that?"

    "No. I don't." Ramon looks down at his right paw, the mourning scar mocking him. "I frankly deserve no forgiveness…" No Zoroarks such as myself do.

    "Ramon, lad…" Coleo looks down.

    "I see…" Aquatus shakes her head, eyeing Quintin from afar. "Even after being told all of this, it doesn't help me decide what I should do about Quintin. I just…don't know."

    "Aquatus…" Ramon slowly smiles. "I've known you enough to know that's not true: Deep down, you know which decision is truly right for you."

    Aquatus gazes at Ramon for a brief moment, memories of her chatting with his Wishiwashi self sprinkling throughout: Her going over everything wrong with the war with him, her being stressed out by it all. And to top it off, yesterday's time hanging out with Quintin shows up in her mind. The Wishiwashi's tears stream down her cheeks, nodding.

    "You're right." She looks at Quintin, several Gyarados dashing towards her and Ramon. She encases herself in white auras, glaring. "I know what I should do. Thank you, Ramon."

    Without a second thought, the School zooms towards the Gyarados and pushes them out of the way, groaning from Double-Edge's recoil. Coleo looks at the fox, smiling. "Nice jo' on givin' her the good ol' pep talk, matey."

    Ramon looks away in melancholy, stroking his arm. "...I guess so." Not like it changes the kind of species I am, anyways. Then he and Coleo return back to the others, dodging any Water moves along the way.

    . . .

    Quintin whimpers, surrounded by three Wishiwashis. He covers himself. "W-We can talk this out, man. We don't have to fight, ya know?"

    "We don't talk to inferiors," one of the Wishiwashis states as he and the others prepare their Hydro Pumps. Quintin gulps. "Now peri—ACK!" He's shoved by Aquatus, flying from her Double-Edge.

    Before the others can react, Aquatus blasts the first with her Hydro Pump and slaps the second with her Aqua Tail, knocking them away. The Water Gem Gyarados looks at the Mystic Water Wishiwashi, gasping while widening his eyes with glee. "Aquatus!" He sighs in relief. "Man am I glad that you helped me!"

    Her aquatic auras fade, the large fish nodding. "I'm glad I got here in time, too." She jolts her attention towards Quintin, squinting. "You aren't supposed to be out here, by the way! It's unsafe."

    Quintin laughs nervously, scratching his head with his tail. "Y-Yeah, I know. I just wanted to bring my bro his crown, that's all." His head lowers. "Sorry."

    Aquatus lowers her glares, sighing. "It's fine." She pats the serpentine by the side. "Are you hurt in any way?"

    Quintin stares off. "Besides what 'Sam' did to me, I'm alright…"

    Aquatus looks at Ramon and the others. "...About that—"

    "TRAITOR!"

    Aquatus and Quintin snap their attention towards five Wishiwashis ahead, all summoning their Aqua Tails.

    The lead Wishiwashi in front of the four says, "How dare you save a low-life, despicable Gyarados!? You fend! You absolute backstabbing fend!" She snarls. "You're a traitor to all of Wishiwashis!"

    Aquatus' necklace shifts , the fish frowning at the five. She huffs. "I'm a traitor to our war, not to our kind!" She shrouds her tailfins in blue energy, looking at Quintin and smirking. "Stay close behind me at all costs. I'll explain the 'Larry' and 'Sam' situation while protecting you, okay?" Quintin doesn't say anything else, giving the School a shy nod.

    . . .

    Ramon and his friends are regrouped by this point, becoming more and more exhaustive: Courtney and Sylock block the many Aqua Tails with their swords, Justin and Ada push some Gyarados away with Mystical Projectiles, and Mesmeren and Roan clash their moves with the aquatic soldiers'. Ramon dodges a Wishiwashi's Hydro Pump before firing his Dark Pulse , pushing him back. One Gyarados slams his tail besides Justin, the teen jumping away.

    "Shit, forget this!" Justin grunts, glancing at Ada. "Ada, shield again!"

    "Right! AGH!" Ada grunts as well before the two lift their arms up, casting a huge shield around themselves and others. The combined Mystical Shield endures the Wishiwashis and Gyarados' attacks, the aquatic soldiers hammering it.

    "Ugh…" Ada squints, grinding her teeth, keeping her arms up.

    Bang, another hits the shield.

    "Ugh!" Justin pants, keeping his arms up.

    BANG!

    Justin and Ada's eyes stretch.

    "AAAH!" the two scream in agony, purple blood spilling out of their mouths, splattering across the shield. Everyone eyes the teens, dread radiating throughout: Mesmeren trembling like crazy, Sylock and Courtney gripping their hilts, and Roan falling on his behind.

    The Axew grips the grass, focusing on the blood dripping the teens' lips. "O-Oh god!"

    Justin looks at the group behind him, his dark circles emanating his grim state. "B-Bad news, fams…" Coughs. "That was our last useth of the shield."

    "Last useth?" Coleo says.

    "W-We…can only use—AGH, our Mystical Shield three times during a figh—AAH" Ada screams, coughing out more blood. Tears descend her cheeks. "God, this hurts!"

    Justin widens his eyes at the girl, gritting his teeth. "Hang in there, Ada! AAAH!" He screams as well, spitting his blood on the ground. "Screw this stupid Weakener, man!"

    Ramon whimpers, lowering his ears. "Ada! Justin!" he shouts.

    Roan puts his hands against his head, the teens screaming and coughing nonstop as the aquatic soldiers ram their shield. "Wh-What should we do!?" the Axew questions. "Once this shield is down, those Gyarados and Wishiwashis will kill us all!" He whines, tears streaming down his cheeks. "We're all feeling too weak to handle them! I-I don't want to die! Not when I haven't found Simon yet!"

    Courtney snaps her fingers. "This dang Weakener screwin' with us and all! We would've handled this fight better if it ain't for it."

    Coleo puts his setae under his chin, pondering thoughts. Think, lad. We got time. He soon sees the shield fading, panic seeping. NO, WE DO NOT HAV' TIME! WHAT DO WE DO!? He looks behind him, staring up at Behemoth and Virtuous slashing each other. Hmm… He then turns towards Mesmeren, who is mortified by everything going on. Okay, maybe she may help! "Lass!"

    Mesmeren doesn't hear him, her hands pinning against her chest.

    "LASS!" Coleo screams. "I NEED YE TO USE YER CONFUSION AND TOSS ME, NOW!"

    Mesmeren still doesn't listen: Trapped inside of her panicky state that's spreading nothing but hopelessness. Her focus is no longer on the teens, rather it's on the many Gyarados and Wishiwashis banging the shield. We're going to die. Tears falling, body quaking, eyes begging to scream. The shield fades further as the teens scream, the Drowzee whimpering.

    Coleo strokes the Zoroark's hair, gritting his teeth. HOLY BARBARACLE, SHE DEEP IN FEAR!

    "I—" Ada wails. "I CAN'T HOLD ON MUCH LONGER!" She gasps before falling to the ground, the shield shifting from purple and blue to just blue.

    "ADAAAAA!" Justin screeches, gasping as well. He falls after her, the two landing next to each other, barely moving while panting.

    The shield is gone.

    Ramon's paws shake, the fox gasping. "No…"

    Several Gyarados and Wishiwashis come ushering towards the group, their tails and maws at the ready. Courtney grits her teeth. Crap crap crap crap—

    "AAAAAAAH!" Mesmeren screams loudly and covers herself, petrification taking over.

    "..." Everything feels as though it's in slow motion, Ramon eyeing the Drowzee. He freezes momentarily before gnashing his teeth, snarling. "NO!" he shouts, shadowy auras flourishing throughout him. He leaps in front of Mesmeren instantly.

    "WHOA!" Coleo shouts, clinging on.

    . . .

    The tapir's ears flicker to something eerie yet fuse-like. "Hmm..?" Her eyes open, gasping. "Whoa…"

    Courtney blinks before groaning, rubbing her head and looking up. "...What in the…" Courtney pauses, gazing at something shrouding over the group.

    Sylock raises his brow. What…am I looking at? he thinks, he and Roan gazing up, shocked and mesmerized.

    "Shiver me timbers, lad." Coleo tilts his head, being engulfed in shadow energies.

    Justin and Ada groan, the two slowly look behind them. "It's…dark all of the sudden." Justin pants, blinking at something in front of him. "...Ada."

    "...Yes?"

    "What…is going on with Ramon?" Justin points, everyone looking.

    Many shadowy arms sprout out of the Zoroark's back, surrounding the group in a large shield. Everyone can vaguely see the aquatic soldiers either hitting the shield or gazing at it in bewilderment.

    The group keeps their focus on the fox, Ada staring in intrigue. "I…have no clue," Ada answers to the boy.

    Ramon turns around, staring at the group with black scleras and red irises. He lifts his right paw, the scar forming a dark spot. Then a shadowy hand leaps out, the fox jumps a little. J-Jeez! A whole arm follows afterwards, extending itself. The hand grips the air, Ramon staring up in awe.

    Shadow Arch, a voice says in Ramon's mind, raspiness emanating.

    Hmm? Did you say that, Nomar? Ramon thinks, blinking.

    Say what? Nomar asks.

    Huh.

    Roan holds his hands together. "So…cool!" He smiles. "How are you doing this, Ramon sir? Your eyes even have a different look, too!"

    Ramon shakes his head. "I have no clue. This just…suddenly happened after seeing you all get hurt."

    Courtney puts his hand beneath her chin, thinking. "Hmm…" She gasps and slams her hand onto her palm. "You're using yer Rune!"

    "What?" Ramon blinks, eyeing up and down at his dark arms. "How so?" He suddenly coughs black blood onto his right paw, wincing.

    The rabbit raises her brow at the blood's color. "Yeah…That's a sign of you using your Rune right there."

    "R-Right."

    Courtney tilts her head. "Say, why does your blood lo—"

    "Sorry to cut ye out, but I nee' Ramon to do somethin' for me!" Coleo says, Ramon looking up the leaning Blipbug. "I nee' ye to tos' me towards Virtuous and Behemoth! It's the only way I ca' grab the two addle's attention." Whimpers. "Please."

    Ramon shoots his gaze at the two leaders, Virtuous and Behemoth ramming their heads against each other before Behemoth charges a yellow-orange beam. He lays his paw underneath his chin, his ears flickering to the Hyper Beam. "I'm…not sure."

    "How?"

    The fox glances up at his shadow arm. "This is my first time using my Rune, so I have no clue if this…shadow hand would consume you if it touches you." He whimpers.

    Coleo shrugs. "I mean, I am on top of ye whil' ye ar' covered in this…" The Blipbug eyes around. "Dark thing or somethin'. I feel fine and unharmed, lad."

    "Hmm…"

    "Look, we do not hav' much time. I don't want me two pals killing themselves." Coleo holds his setaes together. "Please. Just trust me in this plan."

    "...What if it fails, much like with the Illusion plan? What if I don't throw you properly? I—"

    "Believe in yeself that you can throw me, lad." The Blipbug smiles down. "If the plan fails, then we can think of anothe' one. We got this."

    Ramon looks at Coleo for a moment, lips sealed. He then nods. "Okay." He glances at his shadow arm, the hand wiggling its fingers briefly before lurching towards Coleo. It swirls around the bug, gripping him with caution. "I think I can open the shield enough to where I throw you, but not have the Gyarados and Wishiwashis enter inside."

    "Got it." Coleo frowns at the two Water leaders above.

    The shield exposes an opening, showing Behemoth and Virtuous afar. Ramon brings the hand towards him, his face meeting Coleo's. "Are you ready?"

    Coleo nods. "As ready as any lad can be, argh."

    "Alright then." Ramon glares at the leaders, his hand jolting back. "Here goes nothing!" The hand jets forward, flinging Coleo towards the opening.

    "AAAAAAH!" The Blipbug exits the hole, zooming forward as he flips. The entrance closes afterwards. THE LAD THRE' HARDER THAN I EXPECTED! He bypasses the soldiers, some stopping their brawls to gaze at the screaming bug.

    Behemoth forms icy auras around his maw, snarling. "Time to end this shi—" something pins against his face, the Gyarados yelping. "What the!?" He blinks and looks at his snout, gasping at the Blipbug with a brown strap-on. "Coleo!?"

    "Argh…" Coleo rubs the side of his head. "Behe—" Virtuous rams against Behemoth's belly with Double-Edge, the Blipbug bouncing off. "AAAAAH!"

    Ramon and the others spike up with worries, staring at their fallen insect friend.

    "COLEO!" they scream.

    Virtuous blinks. "Coleo? What in the world are those traitors talking about?"

    Behemoth pushes Virtuous away. "YO, GET THE FUCK OFF FROM ME: I JUST SAW COLEO OVER THERE!" He points at the insect, Coleo crashing right into the lake. Behemoth and Virtuous gnash their teeth, the Gyarados nudging his tail against his head. "OH SHIT, NO!"

    The two leaders roar as loud as an airplane, the armies pausing their attacks midway. Even those who are hitting Ramon's shield have come to a halt, eyeing Virtuous and Behemoth.

    "My Wishis, stop fighting! Something big has happened!" Virtuous claims.

    Aquatus lowers her guard, looking at the leaders in confusion alongside Quintin. "What?" the two say.

    Ramon keeps the shield up, everyone having a sharp eye on the leaders. Virtuous and Behemoth dive after Coleo, a huge splash surfacing.

    Silence.

    Everyone gazes at the spot, commotion flourishing throughout. Eventually, the kings hop out, placing Coleo in front of Ramon and his friends. The Blipbug coughs out, gasping.

    "Blimey! Ack!" Coleo shouts, panting. "I—Argh, almost died!"

    Virtuous and Behemoth gaze down at Coleo, the two sighing in relief. "I'm at least glad you didn't, my beloved bug," Virtuous states. Everyone looks at the three, the two armies settling with more perplexion. "It's been so long since we've last seen you, Coleo. Where have you been?" The King's Rock Wishiwashi leans closer with anxiousness.

    "Yeah, man. Haven't heard of ya in a long while," Behemoth agrees.

    Justin blinks several times. "...Yo, what are those two leaders sayin' again?" he asks, eyeing Roan. "Can't understand them cuz of roaring and…whining sounds?" He scratches the side of his head.

    Roan nods. "No problem, Justin! I can translate what these Nativus are saying."

    "Thanks, fam."

    As Roan guides Justin, Coleo glares at the two leaders, dark circles displaying his fury. "Ye two…I was at the cabin the whole time." He tilts his head towards the far brown cabin, groaning. "Hoping ye two wou—"

    "Well I'm satisfied to hear that, Coleo!" Virtuous glares at Behemoth. "Especially since this numbskull here almost got you killed."

    Behemoth raises his brow, snarling. "The HELL do you mean by that!? YOU WERE THE ONE WHO HIT ME WHILE HE WAS ON MY FACE!"

    Virtuous leans closer, summoning blue energies around his fins. "Like I was supposed to know he was there! If you knew he was, you could've prevented his near death more properly!"

    Behemoth's face is against Virtuous', his tail shrouding in blue auras. "He deadass landed on my face. Out of nowhere."

    Virtuous snarls. "When will you ever admit that you're wrong!?"

    Behemoth snarls back. "When will YOU ever admit that you're wrong!?"

    Coleo slams his setae on the ground. "ENOUGH!" The two leaders glance at the bug. "YE TWO ARE BOTH WRONG!"
     
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    Chapter 41.
  • Sonic Ramon

    Pokémon Trainer
    Pronouns
    He/Him/His
    Chapter 41: Coleo and the End of The Aquatic War.

    The Aquatic War Arc.

    "I am TIRED of seein' ye two bicker ove' the strongest nonsense since our youth!" Everyone looks at the three Pokémon, curiosity thriving. Coleo frowns at the giants, fury plastering throughout.

    "But Virt—"

    "Hush! Ye hav' yer chance to talk! So it is me turn!" The Blipbug folds his setaes. "It started off bein' minor, somethin' that only bugged me a little. But then it became worse when Damon used us in battles. I was becomin' worried because I care for our friendship!" He winces. "I became eve' more worried after Damon abandoned us. The two of ye then…coul' not stop fightin' over who is at fault on the abandonment. No matter what I say nor do, ye two would always push me advic' aside." Coleo looks down, somberness spreading across. "It was till we reached the lake that ye two forgot abou' me and involved yer kind in yer addle cause."

    "Well, it WAS Behemoth who sta—"

    "WHAT DID I JUST SAY!?" Coleo shouts at Virtuous, pointing. "If ye were so worried about me, ye would have let me finish!"

    "...Apologies." Virtuous looks away in guilt.

    "Like I was sayin', this war pushed away visitors from comin' here. Bringin' the lake into ruins." He spreads his setaes. "Look around ye."

    Virtuous, Behemoth, and their soldiers scan the lake: Dirt and debris slosh throughout, broken paddles surfing across. Pieces of canoes nudge against Virtuous and Behemoth, the two squinting down. They both blink.

    "Did we cause this?" Virtuous asks.

    "Yes."

    "Huh…" The Wishiwashi shakes his head. "I don't remember forming a mess here."

    "That's because ye were too focused on The Aquatic War between ye and Behemoth."

    "I…see, then."

    Behemoth squints towards the shadow shield, snarling at Ramon and gang. "It doesn't excuse that foul PRICK over there for pretending to be one of us!" Ramon looks away in remorse, his lips quivering. Behemoth continues, "We should get rid of him right no—"

    "I agreed to him using his Illusion!" Coleo shouts.

    The Gyarados blinks. "What!? Really!?"

    "Yes…" The Blipbug sighs. "I wanted him to disguise as yer kinds, hoping to plea' ye two on ending the war. I was not tryin' to deceive ye nor yer allies." Coleo looks behind him at Ramon, the fox stroking the side of his arm. "Neither was Ramon and his mateys."

    Virtuous huffs. "That doesn't explain what that Lycus guy showed us!"

    "Lycus twisted the truth, lad!" Coleo lowers his head. "He used his Capture Projector to show half of the truth, treatin' it as Ramon usin' his Illusion to toy with ye when that isn't the case!"

    "Well it certainly looked to be the case. In fact, what if you're a Zoroark in disguise? Pretending to be our beloved Coleo?" Virtuous and Behemoth glare at the Blipbug.

    "Lad, think: I was drownin' not too long ago. If I were a Zoroark, why wouldn't I change into one of yer kinds at that poi—ARGH!" Coleo groans, covering his belly and gritting his teeth. "Drats…"

    Behemoth raises his brow, leaning his head down. "Are you alright?"

    Coleo shakes his head. "Nay. Lycus gav' me and the others some apples, and poisoned us with somethin' called a Weakener…"

    "Huh. That explains your pale face."

    "And dark circles," Virtuous points out. "So I guess you are the real Coleo, then."

    "Does that mean the things you said are true?" Behemoth asks.

    Coleo nods. "Yes, lad…" He whimpers, eyeing the two with melancholy. "I miss ye two's past selves. The two of ye were being so caring for one anothe', even when ye two tend to fight each other here and there." Smiles. "I…was not as open with meself back then. I used to not be ver' vocal until I met ye two. Ye two…gotten me feelin' better about meself: The many adventures we had, the times we saved each othe' lives, and the funny jokes we made while with Damon. It was…all comforting to me. It is what strengthened our relationship the most." He sighs. "So it hurts me to see ye two fall down this deep hole of bickers, to the point where ye involve yer own kinds."

    Behemoth shakes his head, grumbling. "I'm sorry Coleo, but I just could NOT stand Virtuous' way of thinking. He pisses me off with his strength mentality!"

    Virtuous snaps a glare at the leader Gyarados. "And I could NOT stand your barbaric way of thinking!"

    "But Coleo's right, man: This war has got to stop!" a familiar laidback voice says, Virtuous and Behemoth turning to their right. Quintin is there next to Aquatus, the two eyeing their leaders.

    "I've felt a lot of doubts and insecurities about my liking the Wishiwashis, man. All cuz it'll make me look weird if I told others about it." Quintin sniffles, tears sliding down his cheeks. "I don't want to get in a fight with those I like, man. I just…don't want to get in a fight over some superiority nonsense, period."

    Behemoth lowers his head. "Quintin…"

    Aquatus pats the Water Gem Gyarados' back, nodding. "I agree." She sighs. "Virtuous, why should you care about who's the strongest between the two species? To prove an ultimately useless point? A point that would only escalate more violence than peace?" Virtuous stares off to the side. "In fact, why should ANY of you care about who's the strongest? Honestly…" Aquatus gazes up. "The only thing that matters isn't who's the strongest: It's the help we can give towards one another, regardless of our strengths and weaknesses."

    Virtuous lowers his head. "Aquatus…"

    The Mystic Water Wishiwashi pulls Quintin into a hug, looking at the two armies. "Some of you probably agree with me on this, too. Deep down you know how ridiculous this war has gotten, and how it has benefited neither of us." Frowns. "It impacted our relationships and the state of our palaces."

    The serpentine and fish soldiers converse with each other about the situation, some of them nodding.

    "Hmm…yeah. This war was honestly becoming brutal for me," one Gyarados states.

    "Same here," one of the Wishiwashis agrees.

    "I just wanted to hang out with my friends…But had to deal with 32 days of nonstop fighting, instead!" another Gyarados exclaims, whimpering.

    "Same!" another Wishiwashi shouts.

    Ramon keeps the shadow shield up, staring at the necklace wearing Pokémon with intrigue. "Aquatus…Quintin."

    The Mystic Water School looks back at the kings. "Even your followers believe this war is taking a heavy toll on them." The Wishiwashi sighs, gloominess spreading across. "So please…put your differences aside and lay this war to rest. I don't want to continue this. And nor does Quintin…No one wants to continue this." She presses her fins together.

    Quintin nods. "Yeah, man…"

    Virtuous and Behemoth look at the two Pokémon before eyeing around the place, maws opening at the sight of the two armies concurring to Aquatus' speech. The rain slow itself, turning into light drizzles. The two look at each other, right into their very own eyes: Memories of their youth come flooding in. From the time they defend each other during double battles to the time they help Coleo overcome his fear of mud. Behemoth remembers the small compliment Virtuous gave to him when he was a Magikarp, during the time he fought off a Pidgeotto by himself. Virtuous recalls the small compliment Behemoth gave to him when he was in his Solo form, during the time he fought off a Trumbeak by his lonesome.

    The giants have tears welling up, lips shaking before the two cry. "I'm sorry!" they yell, hugging each other while closing their eyes, tears streaming down their cheeks.

    The aquatic soldiers all look at the leaders for a brief moment, shock sparkling. Soon they look at each other and bawl their eyes out, hugging.

    "We're sorry, too!" the two armies state, patting each other's backs with their fins and tails. Aquatus and Quintin look at the two groups, warmth emanating throughout. Coleo looks at the armies in awestruck, gleefulness shining within.

    Justin blinks, remaining on his behind while lifting himself forward, grunting. "Huh. Wasn't aware that the war was run by a bunch of crybabies."

    Roan raises his brow. "Oh my word, Justin sir!"

    Ada lifts herself forward and smacks the boy's head, Justin yelping. "Shush! Don't ruin the moment now." She folds her arms before grunting herself.

    The boy sighs, rubbing the back of his head. "Ye-Yeah, that…was uncalled for, even as a joke. I deserved that. My bad." He laughs nervously.

    After what feels like hours, the leaders and their armies release their hugs, keeping their gazes. Virtuous sniffles. "I've been such a fool throughout these many days. So obsessed with proving you wrong that I've…forgotten about those times you've helped me."

    "And the times you've helped me." Behemoth sniffles.

    "Along with the times ye two…helped me," Coleo concludes, the leaders staring down at him. "Our relationship may not been great from the star', but we were still stickin' by each other's sides. To the point where we coul' joke about our downfalls without turnin' it into a man-o-war, argh."

    "Yeah…That's true." Virtuous sighs, looking at Behemoth. "For all those times I've belittled your efforts…I'm sorry."

    Behemoth nods. "For the many times I tried showing off in front of ya, I'm sorry too." He shakes his head. "We were both fucked up by our own stupid ways, man."

    Virtuous blinks, shaking his head. "Hah, I suppose that's one way to put it." He smiles.

    Behemoth snickers, playfully bumping his tail against Virtuous. "Yeah." He smiles back. "Hey, I think you and I know what to do next."

    "Mhm. I couldn't agree more, my Gyari."

    Aquatus and Quintin keep smiling while blinking, visible confusion plaguing them. 'My Gyari?' they think.

    Behemoth laughs, waving his tail up and down. "Ah come on, man. You don't need to call me that."

    The crown Wishiwashi blushes, looking off to the side and twiddling with his fins. "Y-Yeah, you're right." Behemoth blinks in confusion, the armies along with Ramon and his friends looking at the two in admiration.

    Quintin brings his maw close to Aquatus. "I'm sensing a crush moment going on here," he whispers.

    "Same." Aquatus giggles.

    Virtuous looks at his army. "A-Anyways, some of you may have already told the others about the war ending. But I will declare it, anyways."

    "And so will I!" Behemoth follows suit, looking at his army.

    The two leaders clear their throats and yell, "The war between us has officially ended!"

    Soon, more Gyarados and Wishiwashis surface above the lake, looking at the leaders in shock and intrigue. Some of them are Aquatus' family, Yowa and Fisher widening their eyes and blinking in surprise. The Wishiwashis are also in their Solo forms.

    "Well I be dang: The two made up for each other and ended the war?" Fisher says, tilting his head. "Huh."

    Virtuous smiles. "My Wishis, I shall propose an utmost proper message upon all of yo—"

    "Hey, no need for all that formality crap." Behemoth snickers softly, Virtuous following suit.

    "I suppose so." The leader School continues, "You Wishis can be weak, but you can also be strong."

    "You Gyarados can be powerful, but y'all can also be gentle."

    "But what matters is not our strengths and weaknesses!"

    "It is…"

    The two leaders look at each other briefly before nodding, Virtuous spreading his fins while Behemoth spreads his tail at everyone.

    "The support we gained from one another!"

    Some of the groups cheer in unison while others nod, all smiling up at the kings. Marsh and Beckett open their mouths in amazement. "Whoa…" the two simply say. Yowa and Fisher fold their fins, raising their brows.

    "Hmm…I don't know if I dig this sudden change of peace with the Gyaradorks," Yowa states.

    Fisher shrugs. "I just hope this means the shell economy will get better."

    Aquatus begins to tear up once more, smiling in pure glee. "Finally…It's over." She leans against Quintin, wailing. "Oh my god, it's finally over!"

    "Y-Yeah, man." Quintin cries along with her, patting her back.

    Ramon and gang stare at the whole group, sighing in relief and satisfaction.

    "I agree with that Wishiwashi chick over there," Courtney says, pointing at Aquatus. "Bout time this mayhem is done wi—ACK!" She strokes her side, sighing heavily.

    The Zoroark's shadow shield starts fading, his shadow arms disappearing. Ramon sighs, staring down at his right paw. The scar mark remains in place, sticking out like a sore thumb. Glad it's over, too… His smile fades, being replaced with sorrow. …It doesn't excuse me for what I am, though.

    Behemoth and Virtuous turn towards Coleo, the Blipbug getting on his stubby legs and dusting himself off. "Thank you for ending 'The Aquatic War', as you called it," Virtuous says.

    "Nay." Coleo points at Ramon and others behind him. "I have Ramon and his friends to thank fer comin' across the Lake of Purity. If it wer' not fer them, this war would've continue in this bloodbath of broken friendships."

    Virtuous enlarges his eyes, grimacing. "Yeesh, y-yeah…Again, that was a huge mistake on Be—erm, OUR end." Behemoth glares at the Wishiwashi for the potential victim blaming, to which the Wishiwashi laughs in a shaky manner. He hugs the Gyarados. "A-Apologies for that."

    Ramon's friends stand up, walking towards the three while groaning along the way: Moving at a steady pace, with Ramon being beside Justin while aiding him. Justin carries Roan on his back, his arms laying on top of Ada and Ramon's neck. Mesmeren leans close to the fox, shaking while holding his hand. Sylock and Courtney rest their arms on top of each other's neck, panting.

    "I agree!" Roan says, lifting his arms up before quickly hanging onto Justin. "Glad to have come here to help you out, Coleo!" E-Even if I almost died not too long ago!

    "Same here," Courtney agrees, Sylock nodding at her.

    "Me three, fam." Justin smiles.

    "Agreed…" Ada sighs in relief. "I'm…still unsure about the lying part when it comes to Ramon's Illusion, but…" She looks at the gray sky, the storm calming further. "I suppose it was for a necessary cause."

    Justin frees his left arm from Ramon and jabs Ada's shoulder lightly, smiling. "That's the spirit, fam. Thanks for understanding the difference between our lies and Lycus' lies. Sure it doesn't make it entirely okay, but it's still a healthy useth of it, though."

    Ada rolls her eyes and shakes her head, smiling back. "Sure, if you consider that as 'healthy'."

    Ramon gazes at Aquatus and Quintin. "Speaking of my Illusion, I…need to go talk with those two." He looks down at Mesmeren, moving her close to Justin. "I'll be back, alright?" Mesmeren simply nods, her shakiness persisting while she clings onto Justin's shirt.

    Ramon takes a deep breath, walking towards the two Pokémon while the others continue conversing. The soldier Wishiwashis revert back into their Solo forms, including Aquatus herself.

    The fox reaches the fish and serpentine, the two gazing at him. Ramon lifts his paw up. "Hey, I'm—"

    "I'm sorry for not understanding your motive, Ramon," Aquatus says.

    Ramon shakes his head. "No…I'm the one who should be apologizing the most. For deceiving the two of you as 'Larry' and 'Sam'." He lowers his ears, looking down. "Again, I…only did it to help Coleo bring peace between his friends."

    "...I get it, man."

    Ramon blinks. "You do?"

    Quintin nods. "Yeah, Aquatus told me about it." Shrugging, Quintin stares off. "I'm still hurt by the whole Illusion stuff, sure. But after knowing why you did it, I understand. In a way, I…" He looks back at the Zoroark. "Thank you for even trynna end the war like that."

    "...I see." Ramon looks away. "I still believe I'm in the wrong for doing such a thing. Like Aquatus said to me, I should feel ashamed for even doing that."

    Aquatus holds her hands together. "About what I've said to you: I'm genuinely sorry." Ramon perks his ears up, blinking. "I was so emotional and distraught by what Lycus showed us that I just…ended up taking every single thing he said to heart, including the generalization of your kind being evil and vile." She grits her teeth, clenching her fin. "I was against Virtuous' portrayal of the Gyarados kind, so it felt very backwards of me to…say those things to you. I regret saying them…"

    What? Ramon's eyes tremble, his gaze remaining at the lake. Tears cloud his vision as the rain occurs less and less.

    "Honestly man, you ain't an awful person. I'm glad that you used those Illusions: You've gotten the two of us to meet each other last night!" Quintin shows off his toothy grin while closing his eyes.

    "Agreed. I've gained interest in him because of our meetup." Aquatus soon blushes, shaking her head. "I-Interest as in becoming friends, of course!" She blinks, staring off to the side. "...I think. Ugh, sorry if I'm acting awkward."

    Quintin snickers. "Nah, it's fine."

    "Mommy, look: Aquatus has a boyfriend!" Marsh exclaims, pointing at the Mystic Water Wishiwashi. He and Beckett giggle while Aquatus' parents stare in perplexion.

    Aquatus leans close to Quintin, her fin besides her maw before she whispers, "Ignore them."

    Quintin blinks for a moment, chuckling. "Alright then." He turns towards Ramon. "By the way dude, I forgot to mention that your eyes look…different…" The Gyarados tilts his head, staring at the fox raining tears.

    But why? Why would she forgive me? Ramon's lips quiver, eyes squinting. Lycus literally showed off the evilness of Zoroarks.

    "Uh, Ramon?"

    Who would even forgive someone like tha—

    "Hey!"

    Ramon blinks, looking to his side. "H-Hmm!?"

    "You alright, dude? You're even tearing up and everything." Quintin and Aquatus stare with concerns, the latter holding her fins together.

    The Zoroark pauses for a brief moment, his shakiness coming to a complete halt. He sighs, wiping away his tears. "S-Sorry. Just, uh…thinking about something else on my mind. It's personal."

    Aquatus nods. "Whatever it is, I hope you feel better soon." She smiles.

    "...Thanks." Ramon scratches the back of his head. "And about my eyes, I wasn't aware of them still looking different."

    "They look dark instead of green like before."

    "I see." Ramon blinks, feeling less raindrops crashing onto him. He gazes down at his paws, the lack of water being noticeable. "Hey uh, is it me or…is the rain gone?"

    Soon, the gray clouds fully evaporate along with the rain, a brightly lit sun taking its place. Below the sun is also a large streak of colors prancing across the lake, a rainbow forming from it. Everyone looks at it, gasping in pure awe.

    "Whoa…" they say collectively, the rainbow showering its sparkles upon the Lake of Purity.

    That's…so beautiful, Ramon thinks, his jaw hanging open.

    So pretty! Nomar says in Ramon's head, his tone booming with enthusiasm.

    "...It's been so long since I've seen that rainbow," Aquatus states, sighing in relief. "I miss it so much..."

    Justin, Ada, and the other four gaze around the lake, clear water flourishing themselves from one spot to the other. The trees stop their wavings, the bushes coming to a halt. The sparkles even give the water a fresh look to them, the leaves swishing along gently.

    Mesmeren and Roan leave their maws hanging, their eyes diving into the world of amazements. Wow, the two think.

    Ada smiles. "This place looks gorgeous."

    "Mhm. Definitely seein' the 'purity' part now," Courtney agrees.

    Roan points at some debrises nearing the other side of the lake. "There's still some dirt left here, however. So Purity is still a mess, despite the rainbow."

    Everyone looks at the spot, even eyeing at the broken canoes and paddles besides the Wishiwashis and Gyarados. Courtney nods, grimacing. "Yeaaaah, that part still looks bad."

    Behemoth puffs out his chest. "No worries: We'll do our best to clean the lake here."

    Virtuous nods. "Agreed…Albeit, somehow try to find a way to clean it." Shrugs.

    After Roan translates what they said to Justin, the teen sighs. "Admittedly, Ada and I would've used our Magic to easily clean the lake for ya, but we're…not doin' so hot at the moment." He squints to the side. "Thanks, Weakener. Very cool."

    Roan translates Justin's words over to the kings, both of them tilting their heads.

    "Magic?" both Pokémon say in unison.

    "Nutshell version of that: Humans, at least some of them, have Magic type and are capable of using Magic moves. These types of humans are called Sorcerous, which is what Justin and Ada are," Roan explains, pointing at the teens below him.

    "Oh." Virtuous and Behemoth look at each other for a moment, raising their brows before looking back. "I think I got that."

    "It's okay if you don't get it!" Roan smiles, closing his eyes. "Magic type is a pretty complex type compared to other elements! So don't feel bad about not knowing much about them." The Axew raises his arm up at the colorful sky. "The Pokémon world is vast and wide, filled with many wonders and mysteries to discover! And Wizlore expands upon them further! Thus it is why it's okay to not know about things until you've discovered them!" He spreads his other arm out, looking as though he's praising the sun itself. "I hope to one day find my mentor and explore this region—this WORLD, with him. Perhaps even solving issues and helping others along the way, including the weak themselves!" Roan puffs his chest out, smirking. "Traveling with these lovely six friends will certainly benefit my goals, too!"

    Sylock squints at the dragon, embarrassment drenching over him as Courtney giggles at Roan's speech. Does he ALWAYS have to be so over-the-top about adventuring? Also I do not remember us being friends at all, kid.

    Behemoth and Virtuous blink for a moment before laughing along, nodding. "Sounds like a huge goal, alright," Behemoth states.

    "I've done some fair bit of traveling myself. Knowing past experiences, it's tough out there, kid. Stay safe," Virtuous advises.

    Roan nods. "Certainly!"

    Coleo stares off for a moment. Traveling, ay? He caresses his chin before nodding. "...Speaking of this world," he looks at Ramon beside him, waving. "Lad, set me on top of your head, please."

    Ramon blinks, lifting his brow while staring at the bug. "Um, sure." The fox picks the insect up, placing him on his head. Coleo shoves some hair aside to give Behemoth and Virtuous a better look at him.

    "Behemoth, Virtuous: There is somethin' I want to tell ye two."

    The two leaders gaze at Coleo and Ramon, perplexion spreading across. "Yes?" the two say.

    "I will be travelin' with Ramon and his friends."

    "Huh!?" the two exclaim.

    "D-Did we mess up a lot, man!?" Behemoth whimpers.

    "I-I know that we've been fighting each other for a very long time, but I didn't think we've ruined our relationship this badly, too!" Virtuous whimpers as well.

    "We're sorry!" The leaders whine, tears raining down their cheeks within seconds.

    Coleo sighs in exhaustion, shaking his head. "Ye two: I'm not leavin' cuz of the war. Relax."

    Virtuous and Behemoth pause their teary states, blinking. "Eh?"

    "This is from me own personal choi'. I wanted to know more about thi' vast region outside of the Lake of Purity." Coleo points at Ramon's friends behind him. "These guys hav' tol' me about other things out there that I neva knew about. Such as me trainer not suppos' to own me since I am an Intellicate."

    "'Intellicate'?" Virtuous asks.

    "A Pokémon that's able to share similar intelligence to humans and can communicate like one, apparently. Allowing them to bypass speech barriers easily," Ramon explains. "At least, that's the short version of what they are."

    "Aye, indeed." Coleo frowns. "Thi' makes a human ownin' one illegal, and I…wondered if Damon knew."

    Virtuous sets his fin underneath his chin. "Interesting…"

    "Does this mean Virtuous and I are Intellicates, too?" Behemoth asks.

    Roan lifts his finger. "Considering I have to translate your words over to Justin and Ada: Nope!"

    The crown Wishiwashi smacks the water in a playful manner. "Drats, thought I could be as smart as Damon, then."

    Behemoth raises his brow. "Then what the hell are we? Just some normal ass Pokémon?"

    "Yep, apparentl' under the name 'Nativu'. Pokémon that lives out n' the wild like ye two."

    "Hmm…Weird."

    Aquatus puts her fin underneath her chin. "Yeah…This whole Intellicate and Nativu stuff seems quite bizarre to me." She smiles. "But interesting, nonetheless!"

    Coleo folds his setaes, gazing up. "And that is why I want to know more about it." He grins in pure eagerness. "Know more about the world I live in."

    "I have no problems with you joining us too, Coleo!" Justin states.

    "Same," Ada follows. The rest of the group agrees, with Sylock giving off a neutral shrug.

    Behemoth nods. "Since you're bout to leave, then I guess this is farewell, bud."

    Virtuous sighs in relief. "Thank you for helping us see the errors of our ways, Coleo." He starts tearing up. "I'll never forget you, my beloved friend."

    Coleo forms tears as well, sniffling. "O-Oh ye lads…Come here!" He leaps off from Ramon's head, diving towards Behemoth. Virtuous jumps out of the water, catching Coleo. He hugs the bug, Behemoth wrapping his tail around the Wishiwashi Solo and bringing him close. The three shut their eyes, nuzzling and embracing their warmths. "I'll neva forget ye two as well!"

    "D'awww," the group of Wishiwashis and Gyarados say, hearts blooming with joy. Justin and the others smile at the three Pokémon, warmth spreading across.

    Ramon eyes at the three, folding his arms. He sighs. I…still don't think I'm a good person, he slowly lifts his lips. But I'm at least glad the war is over, rekindling those three's friendships.

    . . .

    Everyone travels across the lake: Aquatus next to Virtuous, Virtuous next to Behemoth, and Behemoth to Quintin. Ramon and Mesmeren are on top of Aquatus' School form while Courtney and Sylock are riding on Quintin's back, the two Sorcerous being on Virtuous' School form. Coleo and Roan ride on Behemoth's back, with Coleo sitting on top of Roan's head.

    The group swims ahead, the Wishiwashis and Gyarados are either watching them or following along. Aquatus' family does the latter, being next to the Mystic Water Wishiwashi. They all socialize with each other, the Intellicates doing all of the translating except for Sylock. The Blaziken leans his back against Courtney's, his eyes closed shut as he folds his arms, sighing.

    "So you're just teens traveling around this region in order to reunite with your friends and family?" Virtuous asks.

    "That's the nutshell of it fam, yes." Justin gives a thumbs-up.

    "Sounds very valid," Aquatus agrees, joining the conversation. "I'd be worried sick too if I was separated from my family."

    "D'aww!" Yowa nuzzles against the School. "I'm so happy to hear you're very considerate of us, Aquatus hun."

    Aquatus nuzzles back, smiling. "Always has been, Mother."

    The main seven jolts in sudden pain, Coleo covering his belly. Ramon holds Mesmeren, patting her back. Quintin looks behind him, grimacing at the sight of Roan clenching his teeth. "Yo, are you guys going to be alright?"

    "Yeah…I'm worried about this unknown illness taking a toll on you seven." Aquatus whimpers.

    Coleo has one eye closed, grinding his teeth. "Ye ca' thank Lycus meddlin' with the apples we ate."

    Aquatus sighs. "Right…I hope you all get well soon."

    The four aquatic Pokémon make it to the other side, turning their backs towards the land. Virtuous and Aquatus lean themselves, their tails touching the brown dirt. Ramon carries Mesmeren, the Drowzee blushing with intensity while the two slide down. Justin and Ada spiral from Virtuous' back, falling face first.

    "Oof!" the teens exclaim, rubbing the back of their heads.

    Virtuous winces at the sight, flinching. "Ah…My apologies, you two."

    Ramon reaches the ground in time, translating Virtuous' words over to the teens. Justin and Ada groan, having their arms rest on each other's necks before standing.

    "It's fine," Ada says.

    Courtney, Sylock, and Roan hop off, grunting in discomfort. Virtuous and Aquatus revert back to their Solo forms, looking up at the group while in the water. Mesmeren gazes into the distance, her hand against Ramon's chest fur.

    Di-Did he have to carry me like this!? H-He could've easily just held my hand! She blinks. …Is that any better, though? She covers her face, whimpering. Oof!

    Ramon quirks his brow. "Something's wro—"

    "NOTHING!" Mesmeren shouts, everyone looking at the two in curiosity. "I-I am fine! Yes, fine in fact!"

    The Zoroark tilts his head. "...Okay then."

    Mesmeren looks at his eyes, the dark scleras dancing around his red pupils. The Drowzee blushes further. Wh-What is WITH him becoming more h-handsome with every new look!? F-First the bangs, and now the eyes… She buries herself into Ramon's chest, the Zoroark reddening himself up. Heh, h-how embarrassing of me to feel this way!

    Aquatus sighs softly, nodding. "I suppose this is farewell, you all. Once again, thank you for everything you've done to end this war." She turns towards Ramon. "Especially you, Ramon." The Zoroark remains still, staring at the four Water types in perplexion.

    "If it weren't for you, my bro would've kept squabbling with Virtuous and I'd look like a weirdo for liking the other side," Quintin says, showing off a toothy grin.

    Behemoth scratches the back of his head in a nervous manner. "Yeah…Again, my bad for pretty much ruining the vibe for everyone involved."

    Virtuous sighs. "Same here." Lowering his brows, he nods. "We'll do our best to repair the damages being made here!" The Wishiwashi whimpers. "Even if some of my citizens still hate me for what I've done. Understandably so."

    "Argh, cheer up, lad. At leas' I forgive ye, and a close friend forgiving ye two matters the most." Coleo closes his eyes, smiling in pure relief.

    Behemoth and Virtuous form tears in their eyes, sniffling. "U-Understood, our beloved Coleo!" they both exclaim in unison. "Here's hoping for a wonderful journey of yours'!"

    Coleo raises his setaes up. "Thank ye, lads—AGH!" He covers his belly, laughing in a shaky manner.

    Ramon looks away, squinting. …I don't get it. His left bangs do their best to shield his despondent. I twisted your emotions throughout the whole ordeal. All of you. His teeth gnashes. Why thank me?

    Mesmeren looks up at the fox with concern, lowering her ears. She is about to say something before Ramon says, "I'm glad that the war has ended, too. Best of luck on fixing the Lake of Purity."

    "Thank you," Virtuous and Behemoth say, nodding.

    Ramon and gang wave at the leaders along with the rest of the aquatic Pokémon, all turning around afterwards. They walk forward at a sluggish pace, a swirly road being ahead of them, rows of trees providing them proper guidance. The group passes by a crooked sign: 'Now leaving Lake of Purity'.

    Once they're gone, Aquatus whimpers, her fins against her chest. "I wish there was a way we could heal them from this 'Weakener'." She looks down.

    Quintin pats her on the back. "Same here, man." He gazes at the pathway. "Same here."

    Virtuous sighs in a calm manner. "Hopefully they'll find a kind person that'll cure them."

    "Yep," Behemoth agrees.

    The four turn around, gazing at the crowd of Wishiwashis and Gyarados conversing about the events. The two leaders smile.

    "You know, we should combine our kingdoms at some point, Virtuous."

    The leader Wishiwashi yelps from that sudden statement, eyeing the leader Gyarados. "R-Really?" Behemoth nods, Virtuous forming a red look on his face. He adjusts his King's Rock, laughing shakily. "C-Certainly! I…wouldn't be against such an idea at all, my Gyari—I mean, friend!"

    Behemoth chuckles, bringing Virtuous close to him with his tail. "D'aww! Come here, you knucklehead." He hugs him.

    "Hahaha…" He's completely unaware of my crush on him, huh?

    Yowa, Fisher, and their children swim close to Quintin, all eyeing up the big Water Gem Gyarados. Yowa leans close to the Mystic Water sardine, her fin beside her maw. "So you wanna tell us who this big Gyarafella is?" she whispers.

    Aquatus blinks for a moment before gasping. "Oh right!" She turns to Quintin. "Since the war is over and all, I'd like you to meet my family." She gestures to the Wishiwashis behind her. "Quintin, this is my mother, father, and my two siblings over there named Marsh and Beckett." She turns towards her family. "And everyone, this is Quintin, a friend I met before Phase 32." She shoots a glare at her siblings. "And only just a friend."

    "Whatever you say, Sis!" Marsh exclaims, snickering with deviousness.

    "Why it's a pleasure meetin' ya, Quintin. You can call me Mrs. Yowa!"

    "And you can call me Mr. Fisher, Quintados!" Fisher grins.

    Quintin blinks. "...Wha—"

    "Bet you could swallow us all at once. Definitely with how HUMONGOUS you are!" Fisher laughs.

    "Uh, yeah man. That's what evolving into a Gyarados feels like, I guess?"

    Fisher gasps. "Actually, I've thought of a new name for your kind! Instead of Gyarados, how about this one: GINORMORODOS!"

    "Oh my gosh, honey stop it!" Yowa waves her fin up and down, laughing along with Fisher and their kids.

    Quintin tilts his head while Aquatus presses her fin against her face, shaking her head. "I'm…lost, dude."

    "Pay no mind to those…'jokes'. They're not used to this sudden peace between our kinds," Aquatus states, sighing heavily.

    "Anyways, what do you do during your spare time, hun?" Yowa asks in genuineness.

    Quintin blinks. "Oh. I guess I like hang out at the game area and play some sand dust sports?"

    Beckett gasps. "Wait, you play Sand Dust Thrower, too!?"

    "Huh. Is that what it's called?"

    "Yep!" The little Wishiwashi swims close to Quintin, her parents following suit. "Were you the Striker? Protector? Or are you a filthy casual Mixer?"

    "Eh!?" Quintin blinks in confusion.

    "Just teasing about that last part! …Kind of." She giggles, leading the Gyarados to form the look of uncertainty.

    "Al…right, then." He laughs, scratching the back of his head. "I'd like to think I'm a Striker? As in the one doing most of the throwing. I found it more fun, honestly."

    "Oh my gosh, same here! Hehe."

    Fisher tilts his head. "Huh. If you and my daughter found something fun about this game, then maybe I should join in, too."

    Quintin nods. "You should, Mr. F! I've seen some Gyarados doin' some crazy tactics when it comes to that sports game."

    "Really now? I'd imagine due to how big y'all are." He blinks before shaking his head. "Also, 'Mr. F'?"

    The five laugh and continue on with their conversation, Aquatus watching them while smiling along. I guess introducing him to my family isn't a complete disaster, after all. Maybe.

    "Serah!"

    "Page!"

    Aquatus blinks from those two voices being called out, looking to her side. Another Gyarados and Wishiwashi rush towards each other, hugging. The Gyarados carries her beloved Wishiwashi, nuzzling her. Aquatus' heart flourishes in warmth at the sight, the Mystic Water Wishiwashi sighing in relief.

    I'm so happy to see us move forward in our new lives…


    AN: Greetings, everyone! This second story arc has been an blast to write, but I've been feeling pretty exhaustive of having to constantly write one chapter after another, with an momentary break from the arc due to personal things going on in my life that gets in the way at times. Hopefully you've all enjoyed reading it as much as I enjoy writing it, though! I'll be taking a 3 or so weeks break from writing this fic (besides doing some small planning on it from time to time). The third and final story arc will receive an major overhaul since I personally don't like the direction I have planned for it a long while back. So if it takes like plenty of months for the next following chapters to come out, then you know why.

    If you've reached this far into the fic, I just wanted to say: Thank you. From the bottom of my heart, thank you so much for taking your time out to read this fic, let alone the recent chapters themselves. It genuinely means a lot to me that someone would find this passionate work of mine entertaining to read! I always do my best writing this fic of mine so to know that you all are still reading it 41 chapters in just...warms my heart, in all honesty. Feel free to tell me your thoughts on the fic as per usual, even provide some feedbacks if you have any! See ya in the next chapter, folks!
     
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    Chapter 42.
  • Sonic Ramon

    Pokémon Trainer
    Pronouns
    He/Him/His
    Chapter 42: Moving Forward.

    Rumbling. Trembling. The Emmet and Ingo's Choo of Choos.

    The train traverses across the many forests, the railroads scaling above them. Some blue and purple sparkles stick the train on the road, ensuring the train crosses. Many people sit in the train's seats: Some socialize with each other while others stare out of the windows, basking at the flourishing greens and the wandering wilds.

    Munching on his vanilla cake is Travis the Lucario, sitting at the very end of the train. He jabs the sweet-toothed treat via his fork, jolting it towards his mouth. He glares out of the window, his cloak covering all but his face. The claw marks on the left side of his face—all healed and patched up instead of raining blood from two days ago. The jackal gazes at his near reflection, the marks spitting at him for what happened at Gloomy Woods.

    Travis grumbles. "I'm killing that fox the moment I see him again." He sets the fork on his plate, caressing the claw marks. "I have to admit though…That Zoroark did a damn number on me this time around. The perks of evolution, in other words." Travis eyes the cake. "Thanks for healing me, Forest. The bleeding would've gotten worse if you didn't fix those marks." Drooling at the treat, his tail wags. "Also…thanks for this delicious cake, too."

    The Lucario takes another bite, smiling while closing his eyes. He soon lowers his ears, staring down. "...Seven days since I've left our house, Noctis. I'm sorry for the long absence, but I should be back home in no time." Another jab to the bitten cake. "Hopefully you're doing okay right now. Knowing…what caused me to leave in the first place."

    Travis' ear flickers to a single 'tap'. And more. And even more—the taps keep going, the Lucario turning to his side.

    Sitting across is a woman in black clothing, her head resting on her hand while gazing outside. Her witch hat lays on her skirt, her hair clouding her left vision before she brushes them aside. She taps on her camera beside the hat, the neck strap being long enough to reach her black hair's length. The blues paint this woman's face, her eyes partially closing, staring at a Wingull flying by.

    Travis stares at the lady for a brief moment before glaring at his cake, chowing it. "Grr…" He grumbles, leaving nothing on the plate while gripping his fork. "How could anyone trust that damn Zoroark? Who's to say everything he said isn't pulled right out of his ass?" The fork snaps, the top of it flinging towards the woman.

    "Who's to say anyone, both man and mon, isn't pulling tricks up their sleeves?" the woman says, stopping the fork with her magic, blue sparkles forming around it and her hand. "How could anyone trust a human and a Pokémon? Knowing both are capable of vile tendencies, especially humans…" She sets the broken fork beside her, her blue eyes locking onto Travis'.

    Travis raises his brow. "Were you listening to the things I said?"

    The lady shakes her head. "Only ever heard you mention the word 'trust' and decided to join the topic from there…" She stares down at her camera, caressing it. "Apologies if that's weird."

    "It's fine." He sets his plate to the side. "I agree with you, but I believe Zorua and Zoroark are the worst of them all."

    "How so?"

    Travis lifts his paw. "For starters, they have the Illusion ability, allowing them to shapeshift into anyone and anything of their choice." His paw forms into a fist, rattling. "They can pretend to be a little girl needing someone to help her. And the moment you help them, they reveal their true despicable selves, having you be caught by their dirty trap."

    "That's quite the specific example."

    "Yeah…Because it happened to me." He says that last part softly, glaring off.

    The pale skin woman nods. "My sympathies, then." She strokes her chest, closing her eyes. "I understand where you're coming from there. However…I believe humans are the true culprits behind the world being in ruins." She opens her eyes, glaring at the seat in front of her. "The thirst for power, the egocentric mindsets…Wars of the past even happened because of them. Even if a Pokémon were involved to aid them, they're still the masterminds behind their wickedness."

    "Hmm." Travis puts his paw underneath his chin, staring down. "I did encounter some humans with the Zorua that tricked me. All of them being Pokémon Hunters." Crossing his legs, he frowns at the woman. "You may have a point there, but still: Pokémon aren't any better than humans, especially the Zorua line."

    The woman shrugs. "I'm not doubting it: All of them have malicious intentions, hidden behind any kindness you can think of…" She squints her eyes out of the window.

    Travis stares at the woman for a brief moment, the train rumbling on the rails. He looks out of the window, the train turning away from a city with many large buildings. The Lucario folds his arms.

    "...Travis. That's my name."

    "Scarlet. Pleasure meeting you, Travis."

    Silence.

    Nothing but the train's trembles is heard as the two's lips are sealed, both keeping their gaze towards the outside. Scarlet stops her taps, laying her hand on top of the front seat.

    "...Is there a good reason for me to be here? Alive?" she says.

    Travis blinks, glaring at the woman. "Yeah? There's always a reason for anyone to be here."

    The woman withdraws her hand, looking at it. "Can't say that I agree." Squints. "I'm unfortunate enough to be born like this. Forced to be flawed beyond belief…" Her hand curls into a fist. "That's what I am."

    The jackal keeps his gaze on her, his face scrambling into uncertainty. His feelers twitch, Travis looking away and grabs them. No. There's nothing wrong with her. Shush… He sighs, staring down at the forest along with some river streams.

    . . .

    The path twists and turns and zigzags for the eight, the sun being obscured by the large trees showering over everyone. The group grunts and pants, dragging their feet against the ground with the exception of Ramon and Mesmeren, the former carrying the latter. Roan whines, gripping his arm.

    "Ugh…This is quite unbearable!" Roan exclaims.

    "Tell me about it," Courtney follows, being beside the Axew before she coughs. "Eck!"

    Coleo grits his teeth, squinting. "We mus' keep goin'. Regar'less of the Weakener."

    Sylock nods at the Blipbug before grunting himself, stopping. Courtney immediately lays the Blaziken's arm onto her neck, guiding him forward. "I gotcha, Sy." She smiles, her lips quivering. Sylock smiles back, his lips trembling as well.

    Justin grins at the group. "Ya know, the Weakener ain't Weakus." Before anyone can react, the teen groans further, gritting his teeth. "Goddammit!" Ada gropes his shirt, shaking with concerns. The boy looks at her. "The Weakener didn't like that pun, haha…"

    Sylock squints. Neither did I.

    Ada pats Justin's shoulder. "Just…try not to strain yourself, okay? We're all in pretty bad shape so we'll need the energy as much as—AGH!" She strokes her belly, bits of purple blood leaking out of her lips. "Possible…"

    Justin sighs. "Yeah. You're right…"

    "I just hope we don't remain in this Weakener stage forever…Ugh." Ada rubs her ill, dark eyes.

    Mesmeren shivers. "S-Same…"

    The Lopunny looks over at the Zoroark, Ramon lowering his ears and staring at the group. "Hey Ramon."

    The Zoroark perks up and looks back. "Erm, y-yes?"

    "Why were you coughing black blood?" Courtney taps her chin. "Meant to ask that earlier but ya know, us being in the middle of a dangerous war and all."

    Ramon squints at the ground. "I have no clue."

    "...Huh."

    The Zoroark sighs, whimpering. "S-Sorry. I wish I knew why my blood looks that way." Blinks. "What I do know is that it looks similarly to the black blood I saw at the facility."

    Everyone looks at the fox out of curiosity.

    "Black blood at the facility?" Justin and Ada ask.

    Ramon nods. "I have no clue whose blood those are, but it was mixing with the normal red ones…" He shakes his head, grimacing. "I'd rather not think about it, honestly."

    "Understandable. I can only imagine the horror of traveling through a pool of blood would be like…" Ada shivers, shaking her head. Coleo tilts his head at the fox as the group keeps moving forward, the occasional grunts and groans persist.

    "By the way Courtney, I've heard a strange voice in my head saying 'Shadow Arch' while I was using my Rune." Ramon flicks his ears while blinking. "Not really sure what that's about."

    "Wha—" Courtney pauses for a moment before gasping. "Ooooh!"

    Justin deadpans. "Ooooh…what?"

    The rabbit points at the fox. "That there is the one telling ya yer Rune's name. Since it's ya first time usin' it."

    Ramon raises his brow. "Huh? But didn't you tell me I got to name my Rune once I've used it for the first time?"

    "I sure did. It's because those with Runes can choose to either keep their Rune names or change it into somethin' else." Courtney smirks at the Blaziken. "Isn't that right, Sy?" Sylock simply nods at the Lopunny, smirking back.

    "Oh. I see, then." Ramon smiles. "So what you're telling me is that the Rune voice is the one telling me the name of my Rune first, and then I get to decide on keeping its name or not."

    "Yep yep!" Courtney perks her large ears up. "Speaking of, do ya plan to keep your Rune name or nah?"

    "Hmm…" The Zoroark shrugs. "I see zero reasons to get rid of it. So I'll keep it."

    "Mateys, I see somethin' up ahead." Coleo points forward, everyone gazing at some tall buildings, windows displaying here and there.

    Ada smiles, eyes widening. "We're almost there to Glory Pride City!" She moves quickly, Justin yelping as his feet get dragged further.

    "Whoa there, Ada! Let me pick up the pace, too!"

    Mesmeren giggles in a soft manner, the teens moving ahead of her and Ramon. "H-Hey, slow…down." Her eyes close. "You…two…"

    Ramon eyes the Drowzee. "Mesmeren?" No response. Ramon stops in his tracks, shaking the tapir. Mesmeren's hands nudge against the fox's fur like a feather, unmoving and more pale. "Mesmere—"

    THUD!

    Ramon yaps, looking ahead at Justin and Ada being on the ground. Ada lies on her side, eyes closed while her mouth hangs open. Justin's eyes quake, the boy panting heavier while becoming more pale. He shakes the girl, whimpering: She's not moving a muscle, her skin becoming paler.

    "ADA!" Justin screams, shaking the teen more. He keeps going until his arms slow down, his eyes closing. "A…da…" His head lies on top of hers', his groans fading.

    Ramon widens his eyes, gnashing his teeth. "Justin! Ada!" His ears flicker to many grass rustling, turning to his left gradually: Courtney, Sylock, Roan, and Coleo are on the ground, unmoving along with being further pale than before. Ramon gulps, backing away. He looks at Mesmeren and then at the rest of his friends, shaking at his very core.

    Ramon whimpers, his heart racing like crazy while he strokes Mesmeren. A-Are they…dead!? His head shakes. No! I…I don't want to think about that possibility. He glances at Mesmeren's hands, her fingers twitching at random. Okay…Mesmeren is still alive, at least. Barely. I think this means the others are, too. Ramon lowers his ears. This must be the effects of the Weakener. Having everyone enter the next stage of it…

    His lips quiver. What should I do? The Zoroark looks ahead. Maybe I can go into Glory Pride asking others for help, but… His eyelids lower. I don't want something to come by and attack them like what happened at Gloomy Woods. Groans. Ugh. No way I can get help quickly, too! The fox whines. I would carry them all with me, but I could only carry Mesmeren.

    Ramon grunts, sniffling as tears form. What can I really do!? It feels like every possibility is off limits. He gasps. Wait…I could use my Shadow Arch to carry them. Like how I carried Coleo earlier. Nods. I saw multiple hands forming around us like a shield, too. So this got to work!

    The fox stands still: Nothing but the small gust of winds blowing his hair and a few leaves.

    I'll try again.

    Ramon lowers his brow, blinking: Nothing happens. Again.

    The Zoroark's tears drip onto the unconscious tapir. "MY FRIENDS ARE IN TROUBLE! PLEASE LET ME USE MY SHADOW ARCH AGAIN!" Ramon screams, a leaf falling onto his snout before sliding off. He sniffles, breathing at an irregular pace.

    C-Calm down…I can use it. I just, I don't know, need to concentrate on using it like I did with my ability. The breathing slows down. Yeah…Th-That makes sense.

    Ramon closes his eyes, inhaling. After a few seconds, he exhales, opening his eyes: Shadowy auras cast around him, dark arms sprouting out of his back. His Shadow Arch rises above everyone, Ramon sighing in relief.

    "Thank goodness…" Without a second thought, he grabs the six and picks them up, gripping onto Mesmeren further. He nuzzles her. "Don't worry, everyone: I'll find help there."

    Ramon moves forward, more buildings revealing themselves up ahead, some cars even passing by a corner. Ramon walks past a sign:

    'Now entering Glory Pride City'

    AN: Apologies for the long way, everyone! A lot has been happening to me mentally for these past two months. But hopefully things should get better for me now and I start writing more chapters of M&T. I've gotten its third and final story arc ready to show off to the world. So buckle up, folks: We're in for a wild ride these next following chapters!
     
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    Chapter 43.
  • Sonic Ramon

    Pokémon Trainer
    Pronouns
    He/Him/His
    Chapter 43: Not-So Pleasant Reunion.

    Vehicles pass by the many houses and stores, people roaming around the streets of Glory Pride's suburbs. Some of the residents chat with each other while the kids frolic around in a friendly spar. One child flicks their Mystical Projectile at a Fuecoco before the fire gator ducks, almost hitting a woman near the food mart.

    "HEY! Watch where you aim that thing!" the woman yells, stroking her groceries while glaring.

    The kids laugh in an awkward manner, all scratching the back of their heads while in the street's middle. "Our bad, ma'am!" the Fuecoco says.

    As the woman crosses the road, the kids notice some cars heading towards them. They move to the sidewalk, continuing their spars in its open space. The cars drive towards a yellow orb statue in the middle, turning their left or their right path.

    Nearing the food mart seven feet away is a fairly large house with fences surrounding it, some windows being next to the front door. The only part the fences haven't surrounded is the garage, a walkway leading towards it. Inside of the house is the living room with three couches: One on the left, one on the right, and the third in the middle.

    There's a table in front of the middle sofa, with a picture portrait sitting on it. The picture has a Riolu, Charmeleon, and two teens eyeing forward: The Riolu posing in a determined manner while wearing his black cloak, the Charmeleon flexing his arms while wearing his yellow chain necklace, the mid teen adjusting his glasses while wearing a blue jacket, and the late teen rustling his hair while wearing his lab coat. They're all smiling, with the latter's glasses about to fall off.

    Two orange scaly feet sit beside the portrait, a yawn following from the individual himself: A Charizard. The Charizard groans, his head against his hand as he wields a TV remote, his chain necklace hanging around him. Beside him are three Pokémon: A Buizel, Leafeon, and Flareon. All four of them are sitting on the middle sofa, eyeing at the fairly large TV ahead.

    The TV has a Dragonite wearing a crystal necklace and a Nidoking wearing black gloves, both charging towards each other with their ultimate moves.

    "Fire Ice Punch!" the Dragonite yells, her fist encasing in flaming chill energy.

    "Poison Thunder Punch!" the Nidoking yells back, his fist encasing in electrifying toxic energy.

    The Charizard rolls his eyes. "Boring as shit." He presses a button.

    As the two Pokémon collide their moves, the channel switches to two Prinplups slapping each other with their flippers before an Empoleon smacks them in the head. The Charizard laughs.

    "Now THIS is my kind of show," he says, grinning.

    The Buizel looks up to him, pouting. "HEY! Change back to Mixturing Moves, NOW!"

    The orange dragon looks down at the weasel, glaring. "No."

    The weasel whines. "Why!? I was enjoying that show, especially at Episode 5 where things were really heating up!"

    "You were?" The dragon blinks before rolling his eyes. "Kid, you literally need to like better shows than this. This feels like someone's attempt at creating an epic, grand story without planning any of it."

    The Leafeon beside the Buizel giggles. "Honestly, I agree with Noctis here."

    "Shush, Serene! I'm surprised that you're even paying attention to the convo this time around. Cuz you would always be doing your nails nearly everyday!" The weasel huffs, folding his arms.

    Serene looks at the Buizel deadpanned. "...I lost my nail file in the flames, remember?"

    The Buizel blinks for a moment before looking away, laughing with raspiness. "Ah…My bad for forgetting that."

    "It's fine." The tan canine looks down at her toenails, whimpering. "Ugh, they look so…unpolished! I wish I still had my nail file." Tears stream down her cheeks like a waterfall, the Flareon beside her immediately trembling at the sight. Serene looks at him before shaking her head, waving her paws. "NO NO NO! I'm okay, Ethan! No need to worry about me feeling down! I'm just overreacting, that's all! Haha…"

    Noctis and the Buizel give Serene perplexing looks before facing each other. "ANYWAYS!" The Buizel squints his eyes. "YOU'RE WRONG!" Pouts. "Like this show is really good, with action scenes making up for some of the hiccups in it. And there's times where this show gets really emotional, too. Such as what happened to Carrie at the end of Episode 4. Genuinely feel so bad for her, dude."

    Noctis blinks again, shaking his head. "But like…why though!? THAT CARRIE CHARACTER SUCKS, SHE HARDLY DID A THING AND ONLY EXISTS AS DEATH FODDER!"

    The weasel leaps up. "H-Hey! She ain't no death fodder! Also, did we watch the same show? Because I could've sworn I saw her fighting those Malamars in Episode 3 and 4!"

    "She deadass only appeared in two episodes and then died at the end of the second one. How is that not death fodder? Like sure she's a side character and all, but the story didn't give her character enough time to expand and have us care about her before her death TWO episodes in. Hell, I would've taken three or four episodes focusing on Carrie."

    The Buizel waves his paw up and down. "Nah, I think the writers did a good job at fleshing her out. Especially during the middle of Episode 4 where she was comforting her little brother despite her injuries."

    "Eh, I guessed so." Noctis blinks for a moment before scratching the back of his head. "Although, I will admit that you're right about her fighting those Malamars. But she's still an ass character because of her being a generic protective type." He shrugs.

    "Nah, she's not bad. You just have bad tastes!" The Buizel sticks his tongue out playfully.

    Noctis squints. "Says the kid who thinks a Malamar casually explaining his evil plans to three randos is good writing."

    "Wait, is that not good writing?"

    Noctis shakes his head. "No. Why would explaining your secret plans to RANDOM PEOPLE be a good idea, X?"

    X tilts his head. "I mean, I figured that happens just to let us know them Malamars bad." He poker faces.

    "But, I mean—THAT'S JUST BAD WRITING THEN, MY GUY!"

    As the two continue their dispute, Serene pats her brother on the back, concerns spreading throughout. Ethan tenses up, his shakiness persists. "Come on, Ethan…" Serene lowers her ears. "I said that I'm fine and was overrea—"

    "Th-That's not i-it," Ethan interrupts, his voice being as shaky and quivery as he is, his blue necklace dangling.

    "Then what is it? If it's us being in danger, then you don't have to worry. We're safe here in Mr. Noctis' home. Okay?" The Leafeon smiles.

    "N-No…" Ethan shakes his head. "M-Mother will be mad…" He stares at Serene, eyes widened. "W-We've been g-gone from her for so, so long." The red canid strokes the sofa, tears wailing up on his claw marked face. "I-I don't want to get pu—"

    A hug is met with the Flareon, Ethan gasping as he stares at Serene. The Leafeon rubs the young creature's back, nuzzling him. She closes her eyes. "I know," she says, wrapping her vines around the Flareon. Ethan blinks, sniffling before his shakiness fades, closing his eyes as well.

    Behind the four is a kitchen a few feet away, containing two individuals: One being in front of a stove wearing an apron while the other is holding a cookbook flipping through pages. Steam rises from the large pot on the stove, the dark brown woman using her spoon to stir inside. She hums, grabbing a salt nearby to sprinkle.

    "This Aspear Soup is looking nice so far," the woman says, sticking her tongue out in concentration.

    The teen nods, preventing his hat from falling off. "Yes yes, this recipe looks fantastic, Mrs. Phoenix!" Merlin flips to another page, an Aspear Berry cutting up into pieces displays itself. His eyes jolt at the numbers, words going over the process such as 'add a pitch of apple juices to the pot' and 'sprinkle some salt into it.' The Sorcerous gasps, grasping the book.

    "This is information heaven! I can learn so much from all of these words!" He points to the word 'helve'. "I wasn't even aware of this word's existence! I guess 'helve' means handling a tool, presumably very carefully due to the next step of placing the sliced Nanab Berry inside."

    Delia quirks her brow. "In other words, cut a Nanab Berry in half and put it inside the pot."

    "Erm, yes exactly that."

    Delia chuckles. "Well I'm not doing this by myself, so go look in the berry basket for some Nanabs."

    Merlin nods. "Right on, Mrs. Phoenix!"

    Merlin rushes to his left, the steam leaving the kitchen and heading over to the living room. The aroma climbs up X's nose, the Buizel sandwiching his face with his paws. "OH THAT SMELLS GOOD!" he exclaims, his face going red with enthusiasm.

    "AH!" Ethan yelps, Serene patting him within seconds while laughing in a nervous manner.

    "Eh-Ex!" Serene stutters, frowning at the weasel.

    Delia giggles, smiling. "Just give it a couple more minutes and then it'll be ready."

    The Buizel's maw drools, moving himself from side to side while holding his paws. "Oooooh I'm looking forward to it, Mrs. Phoenix!"

    Noctis' belly rumbles, the Charizard staring at it. "...Yeah, I'm getting hungry too."

    X then blinks in perplexion. "Um, what?"

    Noctis looks down at the Buizel. "What do you mean 'what'? I gotta eat just like you do, boy."

    "No, not that. I mean…" X glances at the front door. "Feels like I'm…sensing something nearby. Two, in fact."

    Everyone looks at him with raised brows, Serene tilting her head. "Really?"

    X nods. "Yeah. I don't think I've felt this way before, either. It's weird."

    The chained necklace dragon waves his hand. "It's probably nothing to worry about. Could be your mind messing with ya." Without a warning, X sprints off the couch, ushering towards the door. "What the—Where are you going!?"

    "X, wait!" Serene's about to get up until Noctis lifts his hand, the Leafeon pausing.

    "Stay here with Ethan. I'll go after your friend."

    Serene eyes her brother, the Flareon quivering his lips as his shakiness returns. "Yeah. I will."

    Noctis flaps his wings and flies up before landing behind the sofa. He looks down at his feet, groaning. "Ugggh, I have to ruuuuuun." He rolls his eyes, dragging his feet against the ground.

    The Buizel passes by the kitchen, Delia and Merlin looking to their right in confusion while the latter holds some Nanab Berries.

    "Um, X?" Merlin asks before the door opens, closing right after the Buizel leaves.

    "Huh. Wonder where he's going."

    "Yeah…" Merlin sets the berries and cookbook beside the sink on the counter. "I'll go follow him."

    "Wait, what about—"

    Merlin runs off and opens the door, dashing after X. Noctis stops in front of Delia, panting and eyeing her. "Hey watch over my house real quick, alright?"

    "But what about—" Noctis leaves, closing the door. "...my soup."

    . . .

    A car drives towards the exit on its right, riding along the bumpy roads. Ramon walks past a double-ended sign: 'Avalon Forest 2 to Glory Pride City'.

    More vehicles zip by him as he's in the middle of the street. Justin, Ada, and the others are held in the air by his shadow arms, the Zoroark panting while stroking the back of Mesmeren's head.

    People on the sidewalks eye the fox in discomfort, some White Flower Florges pinning themselves against a nearby building.

    Just…need to ask for help. Dark aura flourishes throughout the fox, his black scleras piercing through the people's dread. "H-Hey, can someone please he—"

    "AAAH!" one man screams, running off along with everyone else.

    "Let's get away from them!" a Sudowoodo exclaims, holding a woman's hand and tugging her.

    "O-Officer! POLICE!" a Forretress yells in a raspy tone, their hat scrambling off from them as they float away.

    Ramon grits his teeth, shaking. "W-Wait, no! I just need someone's—"

    SCREEECH!

    Multiple cars swirl around themselves and drive away from the Zoroark, zooming past the yellow statue up ahead, some even turning to their right. Ramon lowers his ears. "Help…" He sighs. I don't look that scary, do I?

    "Mm…" Mesmeren whines, twitching a bit within Ramon's grasp.

    Ramon looks down at her. "Just hang on, Mesmeren." He eyes his friends afterwards, all remaining still in his shadow hands. "All of you hang on a little longer. Please…" The fox moves forward, grunting.

    Once he stands in front of the statue, he turns to his right: Three individuals dashing after him. Maybe they can help me, Ramon thinks, more vehicles evading him. He then blinks in confusion. That tingling feeling is back again…

    . . .

    A truck honks at X and Merlin, the Buizel rolling towards the side while the teen jumps after him. Merlin sighs, stroking his chest and staff. "Phew, that was a close one!" He eyes a disappeared Buizel's spot. "X?" He looks ahead, the weasel dashing towards a shadowy figure. Merlin yelps, following.

    X stops in front of the figure, eyeing him. "What the hell?"

    Merlin stops next to the Buizel. "What is it?" The boy then gasps, his hat tilting.

    Noctis soon catches up with them, panting and huffing while his hands are on his knees. "Damn…Note to self: Fly to your location instead of running next time. Please." The Charizard glances at Merlin and X. "What're you two ogling at?" He then looks in front of him before jumping back. "HOLY SHIT!"

    The Zoroark stands before them: Red irises gleaming within the darkness shrouding him. Spacey, fuse noises pulsate his shadow arms. His hands take hold of six individuals, waving around. And lastly, a Drowzee lies in the fox's grasp, twitching and quaking at random.

    X widens his eyes at two teens encased in those shadows: Justin and Ada, barely moving.

    Ramon stares at the three, his ears lowered. "Hey, can you please help my fri—"

    "WHAT ARE YOU DOING HOLDING MY FRIENDS HOSTAGE!?" X shouts, clenching his teeth.

    The fox gasps. "Wh-What!? No no no! I'm not holding your friends hostage!"

    Flames form around Noctis' maw as Merlin gets in a posture, purple sparkles forming on his staff's tip. "Your appearance says otherwise," the teen states, frowning.

    "It's not what it looks like, I swear!"

    Aquatic energy casts around the Buizel as he snarls. "I'm not buying that crap: Let. Them. Go. NOW!"

    "But I'm telling you the truth: I'm not holding them hos—" Ramon is shoved by X's Aqua Jet, dropping Mesmeren along with the others. His eyes widen, feeling like everything is at a brief halt as he's being separated from the tapir. He rolls around the ground, flailing over and over. He rams into the bushes near the statue, groaning. "Ugh…"

    Everyone hit the ground, Mesmeren whimpering while the others groan. "R-Ra…mon…" That's what the Drowzee can say, tears streaming down her cheeks.

    X jumps from the Zoroark, glaring. "I don't know what you did to Justin and Ada, but I'll make sure you regret it!" Six dark tentacles emerge from the weasel's back, X forming orange irises in his eyes while black scleras cast around.

    Ramon shuffles out of the bushes, eyeing the pointy tentacles aiming at him. The slender tendrils rush towards the fox, Ramon gasping. He counters them with his shadow arms, getting pushed back before jumping to the side. He soon coughs out black blood, trembling.

    Using this Rune is hurting me more often than it should, Ramon thinks. He eyes another tentacle slamming downwards, the Zoroark rolling to the side as it hits the ground.

    Dark Tendrils, an unknown raspy voice says in X's mind.

    X blinks for a moment before shaking his head. Could be my mind messing with me there. He lunges towards Ramon, striking his Dark Tendrils forward while the fox keeps dodging.

    Merlin and Noctis hear coughters to their side, seeing seven individuals lying down. Ada strokes the ground, gazing at Justin. The boy's lips shake, his chest moving gradually. "Ju-Justin…" The girl lays her hand on top of his', whimpering. She turns towards the fight, her vision blurring.

    "Ada! Justin!" Merlin and Noctis rush towards Ada's side, the wizard hat boy trembling with dread. "Are you okay!?"

    Ada slowly turns towards him. "M-Mer…lin?" She lifts her shaky hand, pressing them against Merlin's face. "Is that…you?"

    Merlin nods. "Yes, it's me." He scans the girl, eyes expanding. "What's wrong with your voice? Wh…Why do you look so pale?" The boy looks at the others. "Actually, why are all of you pale? …Did the Zoroark do this to you!?"

    Noctis scratches the side of his head. "Um. Wanna fill me in on what the fuck is going on?"

    Merlin shakes his head. "I-I have no clue myself." He quakes. "Maybe they need to heal. That must be it." The teen presses his hand onto Ada's chest as it glows blue. Ada's face remains in its pale, weakened state, Merlin sighing before he stops. "...Doesn't seem like it worked." Whines. "Why!?"

    "R-Ramon…" Ada groans.

    "Hmm?" Merlin leans closer.

    Ada uses her last ounces of strength to point at the dodging Zoroark. "He…helped u-us." She pants heavily. "He…isn't the cause of…Weaken…er." The girl passes out.

    "What?" Merlin shakes the teen. "Ada? Ada!?" He brings his head against her chest, a 'thump' happens every now and then. "...Okay. She's still alive: Good."

    Noctis rests his hands by his hips. "Hey um, I'm still confused about what just happened. Like what did she say to you?" He blinks before shaking his head. "Wait hold up, you know her too?"

    Merlin nods. "Yes. She's a childhood friend of mine. Her and Justin." He turns towards the Charizard. "The ones we've told you about being separated from."

    "Oooh." Noctis grimaces. "Not-so…pleasant reunion it seems, though."

    Merlin grimaces as well. "Indeed." He looks at the fight afterwards. "As for what she told me, she said this Ramon guy has helped her and isn't the cause of this 'Weakener'."

    "Wow." Noctis holds his hands together, his fingertips resting beneath his head. "I love how I got some answers and yet, I'm STILL confused."

    "Sorry." Merlin sighs, shaking his head. "I don't even know what this 'Weakener' is, either!"

    "Right." Although…did she say 'Ramon'? Noctis squints, eyeing the fight as well.

    The Zoroark ducks and dodges, leaping from two tentacles. X encases his arm in dark energy and lunges towards the fox. "Hey, I'm—" Ramon grits his teeth and ducks backwards from Pursuit, leading the Buizel to hit nothing and rolling forward.

    X jabs the ground with his tentacles, stopping himself. Ramon's Shadow Arch latches onto the ground before pushing the fox up, backflipping over the weasel.

    Ramon lands in front of a large saloon building beside the statue, panting. The people inside eyes them, all trembling and quaking.

    "Please listen to me!" Ramon exclaims, X keeping his tentacles active. "I wasn't holding your friends hostage! I was trying to find them some help!" Ramon whines, lowering his ears. "I mean no harm, I promise!"

    X enlarges his eyes, his irises twitching in madness. The words 'I promise' rings into his mind, brief images of a Pokémon Trainer saying those exact words popping up in incoherent paces. The Buizel frowns, flaming aquatic auras boost around him.

    "You 'promise', huh?" His auras spark, radiating with splashing fiery. The Buizel moves his arms back.

    Merlin and Noctis widen their eyes, confusion spreading across. "What…kind of Pokémon move is the kid using!?" Noctis yells.

    Merlin shakes his head. "I don't think that's a Pokémon move. I think it's a—"

    X pushes his arms forward, the flaming waters jolting towards the Zoroark. "I DON'T BELIEVE YOUR CRAP, YOU MONSTER!"

    Ramon gasps, his heart feeling as though it has dropped to the very depths upon hearing 'monster'. The Zoroark looks down at the ground and closes his eyes, retracting his shadow arms. Tears slide down his cheeks as he says,

    "I can't blame you…"

    The aquatic flames rams him into the building.

    Whatever flames that initially catch onto the debrises is doused by the water afterwards, giving the civilians a chance to scram. Ramon rolls around the ground a couple of times before sliding across, crashing against some desks. The wooden structures collapse onto him, clouding bits of his face.

    The fox doesn't care: His hands twitching, his legs twitching, and his face…unmoving. Ramon gazes at the ceiling, more tears sliding down.

    Ramon!? Nomar yells, wanting the Zoroark's attention: It is null and void. Ramon, please get up! PLEASE! A tentacle wraps around the fox in a slow, steady pace. I DON'T WANT YOU TO DIE! BECAUSE IF YOU DO, THEN I'LL DIE PERMANENTLY, TOO!

    Does Mesmeren have a point? Ramon thinks. About her being unwanted by the world?

    RAMON!


    The Zoroark is lifted. Because if so… The tentacle brings him forward to an aquatically furious Buizel, X bringing his right paw to the side. I'm also unwanted here…

    "X, stop!" Merlin shouts behind the Buizel, X keeping his menacing gaze. "I think this Ramon guy wasn't holding our friends hostage!" Ramon looks down at Merlin and Noctis, the boy stroking his brown staff in concern.

    X's eyes tremble, the weasel shivering. Brief images of the same Pokémon Trainer pops into his mind again, his appearance becoming more clear as a single cap overshadows his eyes.

    The dark brown trainer was holding a chain in one hand and a Pokeball in another, yanking X by the neck. "You're going to be my companion!" the trainer said, his tone distorted. "WHETHER YOU LIKE IT OR NOT!"

    Snapping back to the present, tears rain down X's cheeks. The Buizel snarls, igniting his Azure Cerise on his paw. "No. He definitely held them hostage, harming them in some way or shape. Why else would he come here looking all shadowy and dangerous?"

    "I don't know, but I haven't seen him try to fight back, either."

    "Tch." X's aquatic flames grow bigger. "Probably just pretending to be harmless so that I won't light his ass on fire right now."

    Ramon twitches, tears dripping nonstop. Merlin presses his staff against his chest, gazing at the Zoroark. "That…could be the case, but I don't think so. Look at him, X."

    X's raging vision clears, the Buizel eyeing the fox's gloomy state. Ramon hasn't tried to move the tentacle, scratch it, kick it, nor even bite it. All the Zoroark does is staring at the ground, sniffling and tearing up like crazy. X's heart thumps and pumps at a speedy pace, the weasel gritting his teeth.

    "...Were you telling the truth the whole time? You're not really harming my friends? You…were really trying to help them?" Ramon keeps tearing up, unable to respond.

    "Yes! Ada has told me so," Merlin states.

    X looks off to the side, trembling further. He eyes his surroundings: Many broken furniture and desks littering everywhere. "...O-Oh." The Buizel glances back at the Zoroark. "I'm—"

    "Jewel, use your Healer ability! Tress, wrap those two with your feelers!" an unknown voice commands in a semi-low tone.

    Everyone then gets surrounded in bright pink auras, overriding X's flaming aquatic one. Noctis and Merlin look at themselves in confusion. "Huh? Where's this coming from?" Noctis asks before seeing four ribbon feelers jolting towards X and Ramon. "WHERE ARE THOSE COMING FROM!?"

    The feelers touch the two, X's shakiness and Ramon's tears coming to a halt. The Buizel drops the Zoroark, retrieving his tentacles as his flaming water dies down. The feelers lower the Zoroark, placing him on the ground as he coughs. The two Pokémon look at each other, exchanging uncertainties.

    "Why am I feeling so calm all of the sudden?" X asks, tilting his head.

    The four then turn around: Three individuals stand before them. One is a young man with tan skin, folding his arms while covering parts of the words 'Live and Learn' on his pink shirt. His long, black hair is tied up in a ponytail, blue pants displaying holes around his kneecaps as he has a purple Mega Bracelet on his right wrist. Four Pokeballs of various types are attached to his waist, his white shoes showing themselves.

    Standing next to him is a pink quadruped Sylveon and a white biped Audino: The latter on his left, the former on his right. The Audino is in his Mega form, holding his chest's feelers out while closing his eyes.

    A couple of officers are behind the three, some preparing their firearms, others simply having their magic sparkling around their hands. The man gazes at the four, his red and blue eyes striking them with intrigue.

    "What seems to be the problem here?"


    Hope you all enjoyed this new chapter of M&T being posted 4 days (or 3 if you live in a country that has a timezone far ahead of mine) before the release of Pokemon Scarlet and Violet! Looking forward to playing that game myself along with writing more of this fic and including future Gen 9 Pokemon whenever possible. Anyways, have an awesome day!
     
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    Chapter 44.
  • Sonic Ramon

    Pokémon Trainer
    Pronouns
    He/Him/His
    Chapter 44: Weakener.

    "...9,999. Annnd..." Noctis slaps another buck onto his hand, handing the cash to a Claydol with a black top hat. "10,000 pokebucks!" The Charizard smiles while closing his eyes, gripping his red purse. "Told ya I'd get the money for you. No need to go through that boring, snoozefest court shit, eh?"

    The black clay squints their eyes, snatching the money away from Noctis. "Hmph! Asshole," the Claydol says in a mechanical tone, turning towards their collapsed saloon by the yellow orb statue. Once they float away, Noctis' smile fades, the dragon glaring while folding his arms. He then turns towards the cops beside him, all hundling around the weakened seven.

    "You're welcome," Noctis says, his voice oozing with sarcasm. The cops guide any vehicles around the scene, yellow cones displaying themselves. Some pedestrians stare at the group, heads tilting and commotions rising. A few officers tell them to move along, which some did. Ada and the other six barely move, panting at a raspier manner than before.

    The ponytail man stares at Ramon, Merlin, and X, his hand resting on his chin. "So the whole fiasco was a misunderstanding, right?"

    Merlin strokes his brown staff: His knees touching the ground, his eyes fixating on the teens. "From what Ada told me, yes."

    The trainer's two Pokémon look at Ramon and X, the Audino already being in his normal pink form. The man nods. "I see." He eyes Noctis. "It's a good thing your friend has the money to cover the damages."

    Noctis sighs. "These kids don't have any to begin with. Might as well cover for them."

    Merlin nods. "Our sincere gratitude for that, Mr. Noctis."

    X stares at the Zoroark for a moment before looking away. "Hey, um—" he grips his arm. "Sorry. For what I've done." The Buizel frowns. "I haven't seen Ada and Justin for so long. I...just thought you were harming them, that's all."

    Ramon doesn't respond: He gazes at his right paw, on the scar he left two days ago. He squints.

    'YOU MONSTER!'

    Those words echo throughout his head, his hair clouding his left eye in misery.

    Ramon shakes his head. "Don't apologize."

    X blinks. "What?"

    The Zoroark covers his scar, his mind dashing towards the time he used his Illusion at the Lake of Purity, a decision that almost led to him and his friends being killed. He stares at Mesmeren, sitting on his knees in front of her, her body twitching at random.

    "You're right about me." Ramon grits his sharp teeth. "I am a monster."

    X raises his brow. The weasel is about to lift his paw until the pink shirt man says, "I wonder why those seven are like this: Pale, twitching at random, and hardly moving." The man taps his chin as three ambulances arrive at the scene. A couple of medics exit from behind the trucks, bringing out stretchers.

    They reach the seven, a Carnivine pressing a button beneath her stretcher before it descends itself, the same going for the other stretchers. Tress the Sylveon and Jewel the Audino inch close to their ponytail trainer, staring at the weakened individuals with worriedness. The man caresses their heads, mystery thriving in his mind.

    Ramon sees his friends being placed on the stretchers: Ada, Justin, Mesmeren, Courtney, Sylock, Roan, Coleo—All of them rest on those placemats, the latter being on a much smaller size for species like him.

    "It's because they're affected by this illness called Weakener."

    The Carnivine gasps, she and the rest of the medics jolt their gaze towards the fox. "Did you say 'Weakener'?" Ramon nods, leading the medic to nearly drop her cap. "We need to get them to the center, NOW!" The venus flytrap ascends the stretcher, the other medics doing the same.

    The ponytail man lifts his brow, blinking. "'Weakener'? What's that?"

    "And why do you need to rush them towards the Pokémon Center?" Noctis asks.

    Merlin and Ramon stand up as X strikes a puzzled look at the orange lizard. "Did you NOT see how their faces looked!? Could be a big hint on why they need to leave, ASAP!"

    "That's one way to put it!" the Carnivine says, having Mesmeren rest on her stretcher as she turns towards the first truck. "As the Zoroark said, these seven are affected by Weakener, a deadly status ailment created by criminal organizations. It'll hinder anyone's wellbeing, making them nearly incapable of speaking, and slowly killing them the more pale they look." She glances at the truck. "Think of it as dying from hunger."

    X widens his eyes. "YIKES!"

    "Could we come with you?" the ponytail trainer asks, frowning.

    Merlin leans close to the Carnivine, gripping his staff. "Please. I want to be with my friends."

    The medic looks at the other medics for a moment, all nodding. The Carnivine then nods at Ramon's group. "Yes. We have to hurry though before your friends become worse."

    With no time to waste, Justin, Ada, and Mesmeren are taken inside of the first truck, Ramon and others following suit. The cops usher towards their cars as the medics bring the rest of Ramon's friends inside of the trucks, driving away. The vehicles have their sirens on, leading cars to move around them.

    . . .

    There he is again: Back at the Pokémon Center, taking note of the wider space for the hospital this time around. The row of chairs sitting across the ones Ramon and the others are sitting, the many people roaming from one spot to the next, the large windows displaying themselves across the center—There's a lot he sees here compared to the Majestic City's PC. There's even more than two door entries to the patient rooms this time! The cops are also not with the group due to the ponytail trainer telling them he can keep an eye out for them.

    A woman nods at the nurse behind the counter before walking by three doors, standing in front of an elevator that opens for her. After seeing two Mudkips with monocles exiting the elevator, Ramon flickers his ears to the ponytail trainer's hums, turning to his right.

    The trainer crosses his legs, shaking his head. Tress is on the floor looking up at him, uncertainty plastering across. Jewel shares the same sentiment, laying his hands against his chest.

    "It's genuinely concerning that such an aliment exists. To think it could cripple someone this badly to the point of making their moves weak." The man glances. "Not even a Sorcerous could heal someone from the Weakener status."

    Merlin stares at the trainer two chairs away. "Yeah...It makes sense why those medics wanted Justin, Ada, and the others to be here immediately." Sighing, he closes his eyes. "I hope those nurses find a way to make them feel better."

    X folds his arms, being between Merlin and Ramon as he glares across. "Same." He grips his arms. "I swear if those two die on us after not seeing them for a long while, I'll—" the weasel gasps from the sudden pat on his head, eyeing up at Merlin.

    "I...wouldn't think that way, X. All we can do is think about the positive and...hope they'll pull through." The boy rests his hand onto his robe. "Just like how we always hope to see the rest of our friends again." He smiles.

    The Buizel gazes at Merlin for a brief moment, solemn and dreary shrouding his orange eyes. He sighs before looking down, a single tear slides down his cheek. "I hope you're right, Merlin," he says.

    Merlin nods before taking his attention towards Ramon. "Hey um Ramon, right? Do you perhaps know who gave Justin, Ada, and the others the Weakener?"

    Noctis looks at the Zoroark with intrigue, sitting next to Jewel. So I'm not hearing things, after all. That IS him. He leans his claw against his chin. Or maybe he's a different guy with the same name. But I could be overthinking it there.

    Ramon caresses the side of his large hair in a shaky manner, the words 'vile creature' echoing through his mind. "A-A Floatzel named Ly-Lycus." Trembles. "H-He gave them that s-status after infecting the apples they ate."

    Merlin gasps. "Oh! How deceiving!"

    Noctis raises his brow. "Infecting some kids with that thing was something I didn't expect. What the hell?"

    "'Lycus'?" X blinks, glaring off to the side. "That name...It sounds familiar." The Buizel sighs heavily. "Can't put my finger—erm, paw on it though."

    Merlin stares down at the weasel. "I see."

    X stands on top of his chair within seconds, forming his fists and gritting his teeth. "It's whatever since that guy's an asshole for hurting my friends like that!"

    "The dude isn't just an asshole—" Noctis crosses his legs, his hands behind his head. "He's a whole shitstain no one wants on their feet. Honestly, anyone is for using that illegal drug on others." The Charizard shakes his head. "I mean, why bother to create the Weakener? What benefits would that even make?"

    The Audino hugs his ponytail trainer as he shrugs. "Could be for power reasons, wanting to assert themselves as the more threatening one than the others," the trainer states, petting Tress on the head, the Sylveon purring. "Could also be used to stop anyone from affecting one's ulterior motives, whatever the case may be."

    Merlin gasps. "Is that information I smell?" He leans over X, his hand pinning against the Buizel's head as he yelps. "Do care to share more, sir!"

    "Hey! Watch it!" X exclaims, pouting.

    The trainer chuckles. "Eager much?"

    "Of course! I strive to learn about the world as much as I can!" Merlin now presses his elbows onto X's head, the Buizel whining further. "Do tell us about why someone would use this deadly status!"

    "UGH, GET OFF MAN!" X groans.

    Ramon and Noctis laugh in an unsure manner as the ponytail trainer continues, "Heh. Well if I could from the perspective of someone using the Weakener, I'd guess they'll want to use it for their own benefits. Such as blackmailing others into doing anything they want, having the upper hand in an unfair battle, or even showing how threatening they are, as I've stated earlier." The trainer taps on his chin. "Considering we're told that only criminals made this aliment, I can imagine this was used to intimidate not only each other, but also the public too."

    "So basically some powerplay crap, right?" Noctis says.

    The trainer nods. "I'd personally call it cheapshot crap, but you're not entirely off the mark."

    "Tch." Noctis rolls his eyes. "They're all garbage for using that unfair status, anyways."

    "I see." Merlin lifts his elbows off from X, freeing the poor weasel as he shouts 'finally' in relief. "Those were some interesting analyses, Mister..." The teen tilts his head. "Huh. Actually, I don't think we've ever gotten to introduce ourselves, have we?"

    The heterochromia man blinks for a moment before snapping his fingers. "Ah, you're right actually. I'll go first, then." He smiles. "The name's Ace Vermilion and these two are my partners, Tress and Jewel." He pats the two Pokémon's heads. "I'm the Fairy type Gym Leader of Glory Pride City."

    "Whoa whoa whoa, wait wait—GYM LEADER!?" both Merlin and X exclaim after shaking their hands.

    Ace snickers. "Yep. In the flesh, too."

    Merlin gasps, having stars for eyes. "Oh my gosh, that's so cool!" He hugs his staff in enthusiasm. "I've always wanted to meet one in person ever since I've read this newspaper article about a Sceptile Gym Leader tackling a Pokémon Trainer all by herself. Without even having her companion join her during the fight at all." The boy sighs in heavenly relief. "It was one of the most interesting news I've ever read!"

    Ace smirks. "Heh. Glad that the newspaper made you feel stoked to meet one in person." He tilts his head, tapping his chin. "But I wonder how newspapers are still a thing today when rarely anyone reads them."

    Merlin whines. "They should! I've learnt so many big words being used there because of them. Like do you know what 'Inquisitor' means?"

    "In-what?" Noctis says, staring at Merlin as if the boy has committed a heinous crime.

    "Inquisitor! It means someone who's tasked to ask questions and gather information, even in the harshest way possible."

    "Ah." Noctis nods. "Some nerdy shit I don't care about. Gotcha."

    X slowly looks at the Charizard. "That's so real, dude."

    "Hey! It's good knowledge, I swear!" Merlin pouts, folding his arms as Ace, Tress, Jewel, X, and Noctis chuckle. Even Ramon starts to smile a little, albeit at the fact of seeing joy going on between everyone. Merlin shakes his head. "Anyways, it's an absolute honor to meet a Gym Leader like yourself, Ace!" The boy shakes the man's hand.

    "With pleasure." Ace smiles.

    Ramon tilts his head. "That's interesting to know about you, Ace. But also...What's a Gym Leader?"

    X quirks his brow. "Dude, you don't know what that is? It's pretty common around Wizlore, even small villages know about them!"

    Ramon lowers his ears. "Sorry. I just...don't know a lot about this region. Nor the world I'm living in."

    Ace waves his hand up and down. "It's fine, it's fine. Not everyone knows about everything, even something as common as Gym Leaders. I can explain them to you." He rests his hands on top of his lap. "Gym Leaders are strong individuals who tests any challengers participating in the All Star League to prove their worthiness against the Wizlore Champion."

    "All Star League? Wizlore Champion?" Ramon blinks. "I...don't know about those, too."

    "That's fine." Ace waves his hand around. "The All Star League is a large event for anyone wanting to take the Champion title. After beating all of the Gym Leaders, the challengers will then participate in a special event at the All Star Tournament to see who out of them all will battle the Champion and their Elite Four. The Wizlore Champion is someone who's the strongest individual of Wizlore, with four Elites further standing in the challenger's path. Could be one person, could be multiple. It depends." He gives Ramon a thumbs-up. "It's an optional, fun event for anyone to participate."

    "Huh. Sounds neat." Ramon smiles, lifting his claw up.

    The Buizel sits down, his paws by his sides. "I'm lowkey surprised that Pokémon Trainers are even still a thing, to be honest." He shakes his head. "A lot of Pokémon are like me, Ramon, and Noctis: Able to make their own choices and live their lives the same way humans do. I doubt there's even a point for Pokémon Trainers to still be a thing when you think about it." Shrugs.

    Noctis? Ramon raises his brow. Did I hear that correctly?

    Ace nods. "That's a good point." He pets his two companions, the Sylveon and Audino nuzzling him. "I suppose some people don't want an old tradition like becoming a Pokémon Trainer go away completely, even though the majority are moving on." Tress hops onto Ace's lap, smiling at him. "It's not a bad thing. As long as they don't catch a Defect outside of catching season, nor catching an Intellicate at all: The individual being a Pokémon Trainer should be fine."

    X squints at the trainer, folding his arms. "Not sure if I agreed."

    Ace blinks, tilting his head. "How so?"

    X's mind undergoes a blurry image of a Pokémon Trainer smirking, wielding a Pokeball covered in blood. He shakes his head. "Even despite the existence of Defects, there's no point in owning a Pokémon. If society can treat Intellicates with the similar level of rights and respect, then what seems they can't do the same for Defects? Just because they don't share a similar thought process to humans like we do? Without a language barrier?"

    Ace stares at the Buizel with intrigue along with everyone else. The weasel sighs, frowning. "All I'm saying is that those Defects have feelings, too. Ever been considerate of them?"

    "...He has," Jewel answers the Buizel, catching his attention. "Under my care with him, he always considers my wellbeing before encouraging me to do my best in battles."

    "Same here!" Tress follows in a cheerful tone, nuzzling the tan skin individual. "Ace helped me become a Sylveon, something I didn't know I wanted to be until I was captured by him." The Sylveon shivers. "I've been through many fights in the wild, desperately hoping for a place to live in." His head shakes. "I have no clue what you mean by those things, but I do know that I am happy with being Ace's partner."

    "Agreed."

    X looks at the two Defects hugging their trainer, the purrs and glees emanating from them as Ace chuckles. The weasel is left speechless, gazing at the three in uncertainty and gloom.

    The Sylveon wraps one ribbon around Ace's arm, the ponytail man smiling. "I don't know what Tress and Jewel said to you but judging by their reactions, I would like to guess that they told you—" he lifts his finger. "I like burgers!"

    "..." X, Ramon, Merlin, Noctis, Tress, and Jewel all tilt their heads. "What?" they say in unison.

    Ace blinks. "Wait, that's not what they said at all?"

    "No...Why would they randomly tell others about you liking burgers?" Noctis asks. "I mean, neat fact about ya I guess but still, what."

    Ace whines along with Tress and Jewel. "D'aww, I thought I could guessed what they were thinking that time around."

    Tress giggles, his ribbon against his maw. "Tsk tsk, Master." He pats his trainer on the head with his other ribbon.

    "Well, I did have a second guess and it was telling you that they're happy to be my Pokémon." Ace blinks. "Which...should've been my first guess, but mistakes like that happen sometimes." He chuckles, shaking his head.

    "Au! Audi!" Jewel exclaims, smiling before hugging Ace once more. "Audino!"

    "Sylvee!" Tress mentions as he follows along with the hug.

    X glances the ground, his arms folded. He taps them, gritting his teeth. I don't get it. The weasel strokes his arms. He's not like that other trainer. Even though he definitely should've been...

    "Hey." The Buizel blinks and looks at the source of the voice: Merlin. "Are you alright?" the boy asks with concern.

    "...Yeah. I'm fine." Before Merlin can speak further, X cuts him off with the following: "Anyways, uh: I'm X. Yes, that's my name. Do not question it."

    Ace raises his hand up. "I wasn't going to, haha."

    Noctis coughs. "Shit name."

    "I HEARD THAT, BIGGIE DRACO!" X pouts.

    "...Biggie Draco?" Noctis blinks, shaking his head. "Wha—"

    "And my name's Merlin. I'm X's friend and the Charizard is our caretaker, Noctis."

    Noctis simply waves, looking at X with perplexion. "Uh, sup. That is in fact my name, yeah."

    "Wait." Ramon jolts towards Noctis. "Did Merlin say your name is Noctis?"

    "Uh, yeah? Why did you—" Noctis' brain immediately turns gears as he remembers Ramon's name being mentioned earlier, and now being met with the fox double checking his own name. The two grow quiet, maws sealed, eyes locking onto each other.

    "..."

    "..."

    Nothing but the walks and talks from others is heard, awkward exchanges polluting.

    So he's the guy Travis was talking about... Ramon and Noctis think, continuing to not say a single word. Just staring, with a single gulp from Ramon's end.

    "...The name's Ramon, by the way," the Zoroark says, ending the entire introduction.

    X blinks in confusion. "Yo, you two good?"

    "E-Erm, yes. I'm fine," Ramon says.

    "A-Okay, on my end," Noctis says.

    The two Pokémon continue staring, the Zoroark quivering. Merlin then gasps, the blue hat boy clasping his hands together and stares at X. "Oh, I almost forgot to ask you something."

    X lifts his brow. "Yeah?"

    "How did you use a Magic move earlier?"

    Noctis snaps out of the staring contest and shakes his head. "Wait, what? THAT was supposed to be a Magic move!?"

    "It has to: He was using both fire and water elements at the same time. Plus they...looked dark, in a way? The sparkles around them, I mean." Merlin shakes his head. "He was far from us so I couldn't tell the exact details. But regardless, it's an abnormal move for any normal Pokémon to learn. Making me believe it's a Magic move."

    "Weird." Noctis caresses his chin. "Aren't Sorcerous supposed to be the only ones to use Magic moves, though?"

    "That's what I'm thinking, too." Merlin's hand lays against his chin. "Even his eyes looked different than before. Somewhat similar to Ramon's."

    X looks at his paws, dozing into mystery. He forms his fists before unraveling. "I don't know." His brows lower. "I don't know how I formed Azure Cerise and Dark Tendrils off the bat. They just...happen, I guess. Probably out of desperation to save my friends."

    Ace raises his brow. "Interesting."

    "Sounds like you're going through a similar case as I am," Ramon chimes in, the Buizel staring at him. "My eyes ended up looking like this after I've used my Rune, a hidden power that Intellicates can use." Ramon points at the weasel. "Your Dark Tendrils is your Rune, I assume."

    "Ooo, Rune huh?" Merlin lifts himself up in intrigue. "Sounds like more interesting things for me to learn! How fantastic!"

    X blinks. "Huh. Didn't know that." He tilts his head. "Still doesn't explain why it turns my eyes like this, though."

    "Yeah...That part, I honestly don't know the answer to." Ramon sighs. "Nor me being able to sense you nearby."

    "Wait, I wasn't the only one that had that odd sensation while near you!?" Ramon nods, the Buizel looking off in perplexion. "So like...What's going on with us, dude? Our eyes don't look like the norm and we have some weird powers that apparently Intellicates aren't aware of?"

    Ramon tilts his head. "It's all as strange to me as it is to you, believe me."

    Soon the double doors entrance open, revealing Delia Phoenix in her usual blue jeans along with the brown and white shirt. She eyes the group, rushing towards them. The woman pants, stroking her knees.

    Noctis frowns. "Didn't I tell you to watch over my house?"

    "Look dear, I saw three ambulances passing by the house and got really worried after you've left. I had to stop by to check up on you, Merlin, and X." Delia looks at the three, sighing. "Thankfully you three are fine, but...why are y'all here?" Merlin, X, and Noctis look at each other, hesitation boiling throughout. Delia jolts her brow up. "What's going on?"

    "Um...Mrs. Phoenix." Merlin pokes his fingers together. "...We found Justin and Ada. Injured."

    Delia enlarges her eyes, mouth ajar. She feels her heart sink to the absolute bottom of the pit upon hearing the word 'injured'. "Really!? Where are they!?"

    Merlin simply points towards the patient rooms. "In there."

    Without a second thought, Delia ushers to the counter, moving people aside here and there. Some complain to her about it while others hardly react: She doesn't care. She wants to seek the counter right there, right now.

    Once Delia reaches it, she slams her hands onto the desk, glancing at the nurse. "I need to see my son, NOW!" she demands, her eyes welling with tears.

    The nurse tilts her head. "'Son'?"

    "Justin Phoenix." The dark brown woman sniffles, wiping away her tears.

    "Oh!" The nurse shakes her head. "Justin is still in the middle of the Weakener being extracted from him along with the others. I apologize, but you can't see him right now."

    "What? What's the Weakener?" Delia asks. After the nurse explains the basics to her, the woman trembles. "Oh my Arceus..."

    "I understand how you're feeling after hearing this. It's an issue that's been happening in all of Wizlore that we're trying to resolve. I'm not sure if it's in any other regions, but the point is: The Weakener is deadly, and no one should have their hands in it. Nor even experience it."

    "My goodness." Delia strokes her chest. "Who would do such a thing to someone? Let alone someone's child..." She whimpers, pressing her chest. "Can I please still see him? I...I'm sorry if I'm being impatient or naggy, but I haven't seen him in months. We've been separated from each other due to our village being burnt down." The woman shakes, biting her lower lip. "In general, I-I miss him." Her voice goes shaky and melancholic. "Please."

    The nurse looks at the desk for a moment, succumbing to thoughts. She then grabs a handbook from underneath, setting it between her and Delia. "I can call you whenever the extraction is done. That way, I'll tell the other medics to let you see your son."

    Delia holds the nurse's hands, shaking them with glee. "Thank you so, so much!"

    "No problem." The nurse smiles.

    Delia grabs a nearby pen and writes her phone number in the handbook, Noctis walking towards her. "Heyo, Delia. Might wanna go back to the house. Like. Now." The Charizard folds his arms, the other six being behind him.

    The woman looks at Noctis, finishing. "Oh Noctis." She sighs in relief, caressing her head. "I'm so glad that I came here. I finally get to see my son after all these times." Tears slide down her cheeks. "It feels relieving, you know?"

    "Uh huh uh huh." Noctis gestures to everyone on moving out of the way for the other civilians behind them, to which they did. "That's good and all, but I'm concerned about you being here."

    Delia blinks, shaking her head in bewilderment. "What's wrong with me being at the PC just to see my son again?"

    "Ugh, assuming much?" Noctis groans. "I just want you to go back because it's not safe to leave two kids alone at the house."

    Delia quirks her brow. "Since when did you care about kids? Last I checked, you don't like their guts."

    "Wait, he doesn't like kids?" X widens his eyes at the large lizard. "I thought he was joking when he said that!"

    "I—" Noctis smacks both of his hands against his face, groaning. "Look, who cares about my dislike: The point is, Serene and Ethan are left UNINTENDED."

    Delia nods. "Right. We'll have to go back home anyways as I wait for them to call ba—" Delia pauses, staring at Ramon, Ace, and the two Defects. "Huh? Who are these four?"

    The Zoroark waves at her shyly. "Hello, Mrs. Phoenix. Erm, the name is Ramon."

    Ace gives the woman a thumbs-up. "And I'm Ace Vermilion, the Fairy type Gym Leader of Glory Pride City. These two with me are my companions, Tress and Jewel. A pleasure to meet you."

    "The name's Delia Phoenix, and hello to you too."

    Ramon stands upright, looking down at Delia. "About your son..." He caresses his arm. "He's a great person to be around. I like the jokes he makes and the banter he tends to get with Ada." He snickers softly.

    The woman waves her hand up and down. "D'aww, don't make me blush." She places her hand against her chest. "I've been very proud of raising him into the best person he could possibly be."

    "That's nice."

    Delia sighs. "Just talking about him makes me wish to see him right now." She whimpers.

    Noctis gets between the woman and the Zoroark. "Look, you can see him soon. Right now, we REALLY need to get back to my house."

    Delia frowns, folding her arms. "Oh what's the hurry, Noctis? I'm away for only like what, a couple of minutes or so?" She moves her hand around. "Nothing's bad going to happen to Serene and Ethan, I guarantee you." Soon, Delia's phone buzzes throughout her blue jeans, flinching. She takes her phone out of pocket and taps it. "Hello?"

    "M-MRS. PH-PHOENIX!" Ethan yells from the other line. "HE-HELP!"

    "Wait, what's happe—"

    "THE-THEY GOT SERENE AND AR-ARE AFT—AAAAAH!"

    The line cuts off.

    Delia's eyes widen, the woman slowly slipping her phone back. Noctis and the others gaze at her, a mix of uncertainty and perplexion filling their looks.

    "I heard screaming. What the hell was that about?" Noctis asks.

    "...Ethan and Serene are in trouble. On what, I have no clue. Regardless, w-we need to go help them," Delia states.

    "Oh crap!" X exclaims. "Just when I thought things couldn't get any WORSE today, dude."

    Noctis growls softly to himself, gripping his fist. Knew those extremists will come back the moment all of us adults aren't in the house. He grits his teeth. Assholes.

    "I saw a teleportation statue a few feet away from Mr. Noctis' house. I can teleport us there," Merlin suggests.

    "I'll call the cops to arrive there, too," Ace states as he already has a hologram displaying in front of his hand.

    Merlin nods, looking at Delia and Noctis. "Huddle around, everyone." He touches the two. Wasting no time, X touches Merlin's leg while pressing his other paw against Ramon's. Ramon eyes around the forming circle he's in as Ace concludes his call, he and his two Pokémon joining them.

    Afterwards, Merlin starts glowing blue along with everyone else, all warping out of the Pokémon Center.

    Hello, everyone! Hope you all are enjoying your Christmas, today! Figure a new M&T chapter today would be a good Christmas gift for ya, in case you've read this chapter. Stay tune for the next two days though as I'll be releasing Chapter 45 and 46 on those days! Consider what I'm doing as a treat for you readers this month since I appreciate the support this fic has. Merry Christmas, everyone!
     
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    Chapter 45.
  • Sonic Ramon

    Pokémon Trainer
    Pronouns
    He/Him/His
    Chapter 45: Trouble at Noctis' House!

    BAMF!

    Ramon, Merlin, Noctis, Delia, X, Ace, Tress, and Jewel appear in front of the teleportation statue, landing down with grace. Ramon touches and caresses himself at a frantic pace, confusion and interest painting his face. It's bizarre how he doesn't feel anything funky inside of him despite the fuzziness of the teleportation.

    Meanwhile, Merlin strokes his knees and pants like crazy, sweat dripping his forehead. "Wowie. That…was a lot of energy I had to do." The orb statue dims itself, Merlin wiping away the sweats.

    "Huh…I didn't feel any pain from the teleportation." Ramon tilts his head. "I thought I was going to."

    "You're not supposed to," Merlin states as he and others stop glowing. "Although, teleportation makes the person feel exhausted depending on how many people they bring with them." He looks at the statue. "Not to mention the statue itself will need to recharge after being used. May even take longer due to many others teleporting with me."

    "Huh. I guess Justin and Ada forgot to tell me about that info on teleportation statues."

    "AGH!"

    Serene's screams catch everyone's attention, all staring ahead at the middle road: A large group huddling around Noctis' house a few feet away. Some civilians run away, cars making u-turns to get out. Everyone nods at each other before dashing forward, Merlin staying behind panting.

    "I'll catch up with you all in just a second!" Merlin shouts, taking deep breaths. He then rests on the teleportation statue, stroking it. "...On second thought, maybe more than just a second." He sighs with embarrassment.

    . . .

    Dashing forward, the group reach the Charizard's house: Fences broken, trash and dirt painting the windows and doors. There's a lot of crooks throwing and punching and overall thrashing the house. Some are Pokémon while others are humans. Regardless of their species: The crooks are igniting the house with their mayhem, some being on top of the roof hitting the sides with their magical hammer.

    In between Ramon's group and the destructive house are the two Eeveelutions, both held hostage by two men with magical knives. Serene groans while Ethan whines, the knives poking their cheeks.

    X frowns, gritting his teeth. "Serene! Ethan!"

    The two knife wielding crooks look at the group, the other goons following along. Their eyes are specifically on Noctis, the Charizard staring back with flames ushering from his gnashing teeth. The crooks snort, smiling.

    "Well ain't it our favorite orange fella, the Flaming Vortex!" the first crook says in a southern accent. "Took ya long enough to get 'ere, heh heh."

    Flaming Vortex? Ramon thinks as he, X, and Delia look at each other in confusion.

    "WHEN WILL YOU SHITHEADS STOP!?" Noctis shouts. "I've given you everything I've ever won from the All Star Tournament. What more do you thugs want!?" He forms a fist. "My life is already shit enough."

    The first goon tilts his head, thinking. "Hmm, that there is true. I do mighty appreciate those golden trophies of yers' being inside my trucky." He shakes his head, smacking his lips. "But I'mma need more of yer belongings." Grins. "I need yer behind to be as homeless as possible, sealin' yer downfall as the famous Flaming Vortex."

    "You lowlife FUCKS!" Noctis snarls.

    The second goon laughs, pressing his knife further against Ethan. The Flareon whimpers, the tip seeping blood from the side of his cheek. "Hell, we might even take these two away from ya out of spite!" He looks at the first goon as the rest of the crooks laugh and grin along. "Hey, maybe we should sell them off to some Pokémon Hunters. 'Talking' Pokémon be makin' folks bucks in the black market. And besides…Pokémon shouldn't have rights, anyways!"

    "Heh," the first crook tilts Serene's head, the Leafeon grunting in discomfort while gritting her teeth. "That a good ol' point there."

    X widens his eyes, the laughter from the goons ringing throughout his mind along with the words 'Pokémon Hunters'. Fire and water cast upon the Buizel's paws before he fires them, hitting the two goons.

    "GAH!" the two scream as they jolt back, dropping Serene and Ethan. The Intellicates scatter towards Ramon's group, sticking behind them while Ethan clings close to Serene.

    The first crook gnashes his teeth, standing up at a sluggish pace. "Get their asses!" he shouts, enlarging his knife. He and the second goon charge towards the group along with the other chaotic criminals, some hopping off from the roof before dashing.

    Ace takes out his poke and great balls from his waist, clicking the middle button to enlarge them. "Brace yourselves." He throws his balls, red light casting a blue rabbit and a black hair-filled goblin to the field. "Ariel, Blackburn: We got troublemakers to deal with." The Azumarill and Grimmsnarl waste no time preparing themselves, both frowning. Tress and Jewel nod at each other, getting in a stance as well.

    A fight breaks loose between the groups: Ramon and X shoving against two grunts before punching the third, Ace's Pokémon take care of four grunts while Ace fires two pink waves towards the fifth, and Delia and Noctis defend themselves against the other four.

    The grunts don't always stay fighting the same opponent as they rotate around, flinging their Mystical Projectiles, Vine Whips, and Hydro Pumps at Ramon's group. Serene and Ethan do their best to dodge the attacks, Ethan tearing up along the way.

    X rams against an Intellicate Azumarill with Quick Attack before slapping them with his tails, Ariel punching the Azumarill afterwards. One goon jolts towards X with her red magical sword but Ramon punches her face, the woman flailing across the ground. Ramon whimpers, lowering his ears.

    "D-Didn't mean to punch that hard…"

    A Venusaur's vines are about to hit the fox until X counters them with his Dark Tendrils, pushing the large amphibian away. "Nah, it's fine. She had it coming for raiding Noctis' home," X says, jumping and twirling himself around, hitting two more goons with his spinning tentacles.

    Ramon blinks at the Buizel, realizing how quick and effective he is at using his Rune. "Wow…"

    Once X lands, he coughs out purple blood, grunting. "Okay, maybe I should use that 'Rune' less. Jeez, that hurts."

    Ramon sighs. "Yeah, I meant to tell you about that earlier." Then he and X keep fighting, the previous crooks recovering from the attack.

    Ace ducks and dodges a man's Mystical Projectiles, Tress charging a pink orb in front of him and firing his Moonblast. Once the goon is hit, Jewel jumps in front of him and screams with all his might, slamming the goon with Hyper Voice. The impact causes the Azumarill and Venusaur grunt to fly towards the side, both rolling around.

    Ace smirks at the two, giving them a thumbs-up. "Thanks."

    The Gym Leader gazes at his other two Pokémon: Blackburn colliding his brightly lit body against the lady goon's magical sword while Ariel jumps on top of one guy's head, pushing him down. The Azumarill drags one grunt behind the previous into her Play Rough frenzies, both grunts screaming.

    Ace nods, casting two of his pink Wiz Waves. "Good job, you four! Give them all you got!" Just after he says that, a goon shoots his blue lasers at him. Ace smirks, countering with his waves.

    A brief smoke emanates from the collision, the goon being left confused. "Huh?" Then out comes a feeler smacking his face, Tress leaping forward and shooting a whirlwind of flames. The goon jumps back from the Mystical Fire, grunting while shielding himself.

    . . .

    Noctis finishes slashing one goon with his Dragon Claw before punching an Intellicate Crawdaunt. He then pushes the crawfish back with his large stream of flames, increasing the Flamethrower size. This leads to two goons jumping to the side.

    Delia blocks two Gallades' fists before ducking the two's Psycho Cuts. The woman then kicks the first Gallade goon away while grabbing the other's arm, throwing him towards the first. The green humanoid jumps over his comrade and jolts towards Delia. The woman smirks, jumping backwards and dodging his kick. The Gallade then speeds behind her, he and the other Gallade preparing their Psycho Cuts.

    "Hmph!" The woman ducks and swings her leg, tripping the Gallade behind her.

    "EH!?" the Gallade goon yells, firing his Psycho Cut upwards as he gets hit by the other Gallade's move. "ARGH!" He flies off, crashing and rolling all over.

    The other Gallade yelps. "Oh crap, sorry!" He's then met with a punch to the face by Noctis, colliding against several other goons.

    Delia giggles, dusting herself off. "I may not have my bow with me, but I can still do a number on you fools, thanks to my karate!"

    Her and Noctis' backs press against each other, Noctis grumbling while pushing some grunts away with his fiery flame and Delia ducking some of the physical attacks thrown at her.

    "So Noctis," she kicks one guy in the head and then pokes the Crawdaunt from earlier in the eyes, flinching him. "Is it really true that you had to put up with these thieves from time to time?"

    Noctis Dragon Claws two goons, sending them flying in different directions. "Yep. Always have to since my All Star Tournament days."

    "Oh." Delia kicks another goon in the head before pushing the other back with her hands to their belly. "That explains why you wanted me to return home badly."

    "Mhm." He headbutts a Noctowl before punching it away, snarling. "I'll explain it all later. Right now, we gotta weaken these bozos for the law to arrest."

    Delia nods. "Right."

    Soon, two Mystical Projectiles crash into Delia and Noctis, both flying off and rolling around. Noctis lands on his back while Delia falls on top of him, groaning in pain. The two magical knife crooks retrieve their hands after using their Magic moves, glaring towards Serene and Ethan.

    "Ugh, I hate those that fight back!" the first crook states, he and the other one jolting past Ramon's group with their knives out.

    After Serene pushes a Blastoise back with her vines, she eyes the two crooks, gasping. Ethan, reeking of tears trailing down, stares at the two in horror and shakes. Serene grinds her teeth, standing in front of her brother. "STAY AWAY!" she yells, multiple leaves casting around her.

    Serene fires her Razor Leaf at the two goons, the leaves twirling rapidly. The crooks reach their hands out, forming red shields around them as the leaves bounce off. After the Mystical Shields fade, the first goon kicks Serene towards a nearby house's wall, the Leafeon screeching in pain. A person runs out of the house as Ethan trembles further, clittering his teeth.

    "SERENE!" he screams.

    "U-Ugh…" Serene tries to stand, but her back is met by the crook's slamming foot, coughing up blood.

    "N-NO!" Ethan is then pinned down by the second crook, whimpering and wailing.

    Ramon and others turn towards the two Eeveelutions, rushing towards their aid. Blackburn is the first to have two crooks tackle him down before Ariel follows suit from two more, both yelping. Tress jumps over the Blastoise crook before two Minccinos smack the Sylveon's head with their tails, slamming him towards the ground. Tress yelps, leading Ace and Jewel to stop and look at him.

    Before the two react, the Azumarill crook smacks them to the side with Aqua Tail. This is where the Venusaur crook wraps them with his vines, picking them up and slamming them. "GAH!" Ace groans, spitting out purple blood.

    Ramon and X push and shove each goon heading their way until more start piling on them, both groaning. "Crap!" X yells, he and Ramon being grabbed by the face before two men pins them down, facing towards their helpless friends.

    "Ugh," Delia says, attempting to stand before many crooks surround her and Noctis with their Mystical Projectiles, one of them having their purple sparkling auras close to Noctis' head. "Oh crud…"

    Noctis glances at the sparkles, then at the green and red canine hostages—his teeth grinds. SHIT!

    The two goons chuckle as Ramon's group struggle underneath the barrages of restraints, grunting. The first crook grips his magical knife, smirking at Serene. "Ya know…maybe killin' these two right now ain't so bad. Telling the whole world how hard the Flaming Vortex fell down: Couldn' even protect two kids in front of some baddies."

    Noctis snarls, attempting to get up before being grabbed by the neck and slammed down. "Gah!" He groans, the grunt's purple glowing hand being around his neck. "You…fuckers."

    "Next time you move, I'mma shoot you in ya fuckin' neck, chump," the grunt in front of him says, laughing.

    X spreads his eyes as the first crook continues, "And also, this is for arrestin' one of my pals earlier at the city's middle."

    "GET YOUR HANDS OFF FROM HER!" X yells, forming his tentacles and flaming aquatic auras around him. The Blastoise crook slams the Buizel's head, the tentacles and auras fading afterwards. X is knocked out, Ramon staring at the weasel with shaky eyes.

    "X!" Serene screams, clenching her teeth.

    "Let's just get this gosh darn thang over with!" The first and second crook raise their hand up, Ethan's face drowning with tears. Just as they lower their knives down, the two are hit by red shields, pinning against the neighbor's house. "Gah! What in tarnation!?"

    Soon, some purple large sludges hit the goons off from Noctis and Delia, causing them to yelp. Several more shields hit most of the goons afterwards, trapping them as they grunt, Ramon's group being freed.

    Ramon and Delia blink, looking at each other. "Where…did those come from?" Ramon asks.

    Ace looks to his side, sighing in relief. "Took you long enough to arrive."

    Ramon and the others look at Ace's direction, staring at two figures along with a group of cops: One being a plant biped creature with mainly green coloring all over her body and two roses as her hands, the other being a young person with yellow curly hair and a generally feminine look to them. The Roserade has a Poison Barb on her back with a string attached, carrying it like a backpack. And the curly hair individual is wearing a blue jacket that shields their red plain shirt with a dot symbol.

    The individual shrugs at Ace, their blue fingernails surrounding in mini red shields, energy sparkling around. "Blame one of the cops for snacking on some donuts earlier," they says, their tone light.

    "H-Hey!" one of the cops behind them yells, wiping away the crumb on his cheek.

    The Roserade bows her head. "Mes sincères excuses, Mr. Vermilion! Inconveniences such as what Kellie mentioned has gotten in our way," she says in an elegant tone. "I hope I can make it up to you eventually."

    Ace laughs in an awkward manner, touching his chest as it glows blue, healing himself. "No need to do that, Nered. At least you're here, regardless of the lateness."

    Nered pouts. "But I feel like a failure! A fool! Je should've been more effective at arriving here for yo—Je mean, for moi leadership performance!" She blushes, looking away.

    Kellie snickers. "Right."

    A few goons outside of the red shields grit their teeth, looking at each other. The cops draw their weapons at them.

    "FREEZE!" one officer yells.

    "Shit shit SHIT!" one of the crooks says, sweat dripping down their heads along with the rest. "Let's skedaddle!" The goons fall down momentarily before turning around and running off.

    The curly hair individual shakes their head, wagging their finger. "Nah." They lean their left hand back, the red shield pulsating. "Not on my watch." Kellie shoots their Mystical Force, the shield enlarging itself and engulfing the goons. They all groan, the shield shrinking in size and locking them in place.

    Kellie dusts their hands. "You were all out of luck the moment I arrived." They then look at the cops, tilting their head towards the encaged crooks. The cops nod before rushing towards them.

    . . .

    The crooks get themselves inside of the cop cars, restraints being around their hands or paws via handcuffs of all sizes. Kellie and Ace aid Ramon's group, Kellie finishing healing Serene before placing their hands onto Delia. Noctis shakes his head at Ace, telling him he can shrug the injuries off.

    After healing his four Pokémon companions, Ace receives a tackle hug from them, with Tress being the main one nuzzling him. The Gym Leader chuckles. "I'm glad to be with you four, too! Thanks for the support."

    "Of course, Master!" Tress exclaims, even though Ace can't understand him.

    "I'll need you all to get off though so that I can heal X over there," Ace states.

    After the man's Pokémon frees him, he touches X's head, blue auras vibrating from it. X slowly opens his eyes, grunting. "E-Ergh…" Ace pulls his hand back, X shaking his head afterwards. The weasel caresses it. "Jeez, that literally hurts," he states, chuckling in a soft manner. He is then met by a hug from Serene, the vines and forepaws tangling him. He blinks. "Eh?"

    "I'm so glad that you're okay…" Serene sniffles.

    X blinks once again, smirking. "Jee wiz, someone's suddenly attached to me. Did I give off a grassy aroma to you or something?"

    The Leafeon leans back, frowning. "Don't joke, X. Our lives were threatened earlier, so I had every reason to worry about us. Especially for you and…" She looks beside her: Ethan trembling and quaking against her, dried up tears littering the boy's face. "Him."

    X stares at the Flareon, his orange irises and black scleras dousing into sorrow. He rubs the back of his head, sighing. "Heh…My bad for saying that, then."

    Serene sighs as well. "It's fine." She smiles at the Buizel.

    Kellie lifts their thumbs at the cops, nodding. "You all did a great job restraining these crooks."

    One of the cops shakes his head. "Nah. We couldn't have done it without your help, Mx. Kellie."

    "Thank you. I appreciate that."

    "No: Thank YOU." The cop sighs heavily, shoving a Blastoise inside his car. "Most of the Sorcerous cops took a day off today, so we were worried that us Ordina ones would have to deal with criminal groups with the potential of having a Sorcerous in it. Thankfully, your friend contacted you to aid us as well." The cop chuckles, resting his elbow on his vehicle. "It really was our lucky day today."

    Kellie giggles. "I see." They then wave at the cops. "You can go now. I'll be fine here with Ace."

    The cop nods before he and the others drive off, getting further away from everyone. Noctis then shoots a glare towards Delia.

    "Good LORD, Delia!" He snarls, Delia looking away while caressing her knees. "You had one task to do, and somehow screwed it up. If it weren't for that Kellie lady showing up, then we would've died for nothing!"

    Kellie points at the Charizard. "'Person', not lady. Correction."

    Noctis squints at the individual. "You looked like a woman so I assumed you were one. My bad."

    Kellie rolls their eyes, detecting the sarcasm beneath the lizard's breath. "To be fair, I felt like one a few months back. But right now, I'm feeling like a person rather than a woman."

    Noctis shrugs. "Right."

    Delia strokes her knees. "Sorry." Everyone looks at her. "I'm…sorry. For putting us all in danger earlier." She stares at the concrete. "I know I should've stayed at the house and watched over the two kids. But…" Sighs. "I was curious about the ambulances. And finding out it's about my son just…I don't know, I couldn't help but to forget about the whole situation after knowing he's here." Tears start wailing up. "In this very city I'm in." She sniffles, looking at Noctis. "I've told you before that I've been separated from my son for months now. The Synchronic Village incident affected me so much, to the point where I thought I could never see him again. Never see him grow up and learn and…experience all kinds of things in life."

    Delia wipes away the falling tears. "I…hope you understand where I'm coming from there, Noctis."

    The Charizard gazes at the woman, eyeing the stroking of the knees and the dreariness of those brown eyes. The more he looks, the less fiery he feels. "Hmm…" The dragon lizard sighs, caressing his head. "...Alright. You have a point there. Sorry for the way I was acting earlier." Noctis shrugs. "Just…be more wary about others too, alright?"

    Delia looks down at her hands, nodding. "I'll try."

    Soon, Merlin arrives at the group, dread spreading across. "I am so, so very sorry for arriving late!" He whimpers. "That teleportation took a lot out of me, and it was…horrifying to watch what was happening from afar. Without knowing exactly what's happening due to the distance." He shakes his head. "Are you all okay?"

    "Yes. We're fine." Delia sighs in relief. "Thankfully this Kellie and Nered person helped us in time after my decision earlier…"

    "I see." Merlin sighs as well. "That's good to know."

    Nered waves at the two, smiling. "You're very much welcome!"

    Kellie then lays their hands on their hips. "Welp. Since we're pretty much done here, I might as well continue my Spell Guardian duty at Gloria Falls." Ramon's ears flicker as he looks at the Sorcerous. "Hopefully I didn't leave my post for too long."

    "Same here! I'm already feeling embarrassé for arriving late." Nered huffs. "Don't want to add 'Stolen Spell' to the list, too."

    "Um, hey!" Ramon yells.

    Kellie and Nered look at the Zoroark, peculiarness spreading across them.

    "Hmm?" the two say.
     
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    Chapter 46.
  • Sonic Ramon

    Pokémon Trainer
    Pronouns
    He/Him/His
    Chapter 46: Recovery.

    "What kind of Spell are you two guarding?" the Zoroark asks.

    Everyone stares at him, Nered and Kellie eyeing each other in suspicion. Nered then glares at the fox. "Why do you want to know about that?"

    Ramon leans his head back, gulping. Oh no, both he and Nomar think.

    What…do I say? Ramon whimpers in his head.

    Tell them that you've met that Forest guy or whoever his name is! Nomar suggests in a quick tone.

    Oh right! "I've met a Spell Guardian before who's tasked to protect the Transmutation Spell. I was curious about it."

    Kellie and Nered look at each other once more, eyebrow raising. Ramon displays his calm composure while simultaneously screaming within.

    "Do you know their name?" Kellie asks.

    "Forest."

    "Oh." Kellie lays their hands by their hips, smirking. "That old goofy fella. Always trying to tell any kind of jokes and be as funny as possible. Wonder if he still does that, though."

    Nered frowns. "Wouldn't surprise me, given the last time we met him." The Roserade sighs. "Flowerade is not a good calembour, or pun, and no one can convince me otherwise."

    X raises his brow. "'Flowerade'? What."

    Kellie shakes their head, snickering. "It's one of his better puns, that's for sure."

    Nered rolls her eyes. "Disagree."

    Kellie turns towards the Zoroark. "As for the Spell I'm tasked to protect: It's the Revival Spell." Ramon perks his ears up at the words 'Revival Spell', intrigue circulating throughout him. "I'm not alone at protecting it since there's a ton of Spell Guardians at Gloria Falls, too. Nered even sometimes helps out here and there on it."

    The Roserade bows her head. "Yes, indeed."

    Ramon nods. "I see, then. Can I—"

    Don't ask further questions, Nomar states. Let's wait for an opportunity to go there ourselves.

    Huh? But why?


    Kellie tilts their head. "Can you…what exactly?"

    Ramon, do I need to tell you for the umpteenth time about humans not being trustworthy? We've seen examples of their wicked deeds and betrayals. We shouldn't let them know about our intentions, Nomar says, his tone grim.

    Ramon frowns. Then explain Lycus!? He's not a human, and yet my friends and I trusted him. He backstabbed us hard, and now Justin, Ada, Mesmeren, Courtney, Sylock, Roan, and even Coleo are at the Pokémon Center because of him!

    The fact that you still called Justin and Ada your 'friends'...
    Nomar's voice becomes raspy enough to sound like he's shivering. Do you even know what they are!?

    I do! I was just mentioning the case for Lycus, who's a Pokémon like you and I! Ugh, are you even listening to the things I'm saying!?

    Are you, brother?


    Ramon is about to argue with Nomar further until—

    Snaps.

    Ramon blinks at Kellie's fingers. "Hey, can you elaborate further on what you're trying to say?" the individual states, staring with gray curiosity in their eyes.

    The Zoroark eyes around, the look of uncertainty spreading across every single person gazing at him. Noctis glances in bewilderment while Delia presses her hand against her lips, perplexed. X walks up to the Zoroark, his paws behind his head.

    "Uh, are you alright?" the Buizel asks.

    Ramon blinks for a moment before shaking his head. "Sorry. Just, uh, daydreamed for a bit." He looks back at Kellie. "I forgot what I was going to say…" He scratches the back of his head nervously. "Again, sorry."

    "Ah, it happens." Kellie stretches their arms out, looking at Ace. "Welp, with that said: I'll go back to my guarding duty. Take it easy, Ace."

    "You too, Kellie," Ace says before snapping his fingers. "Wait, would you like to do some gaming at my house tonight?"

    "As much as I love to, I'll pass." The curly hair Sorcerous lowers their fists and nods with firmness. "I want to commit towards my Spell Guardian duty all day. Feel like I've been slacking off for some time now, so I'll make up for it now."

    "I see."

    Nered waves at Ace. "I for one will take up your offer on gaming tonight. Since I'm not binded to protect the Revival Spell like Kellie is," Nered says, looking off to the side and blushing.

    Ace smiles. "That's cool to know!"

    The Roserade perks up. H-He says it's cool for moi to hang out with him! Oh how fantastical of an opportunity! She sighs, smiling back with serenity.

    "Alrighty then. Take care!" Kellie concludes, Nered walking close to them. The two walk away as Ace waves.

    "See ya!"

    As they leave, Delia's phone rings in her pocket, the woman taking it out. The words 'Pokémon Center Customer Service' pop up on her screen, the woman gasping. Noctis looks at her.

    "What is it?" he asks.

    "It's the Pokémon Center! They must be calling me about my son's injury!" Delia answers the phone, bringing it to her ear. "Hello?" The woman nods, voices emanating from her device. "Mhm…Okay, got it. Thank you for the update so very much." She hangs up, turning towards the group. "The nurse from earlier told me that we're allowed to see Justin and Ada along with the others they're with. The extraction process is done, according to them."

    X hops up, smiling. "Oh that's awesome!"

    Ace lifts his hand. "I'll teleport us over to the center since it has a teleportation statue next to it."

    The Buizel pauses his happy-go-lucky jumps, gradually staring at the young man. "Why…couldn't you do that with Justin and Ada earlier?"

    The ponytail trainer caresses his nose. "Good question. And I have a good answer." He points towards the weasel. "Lowering my risk of exhaustion." He tilts his head at Merlin. "As you've seen with your friend here, he became too tired to catch up after teleporting all—" Ace counts his fingers. "Eight of us, including Merlin himself." He shakes his head, his hands by his hips. "I don't want to risk that when teleporting more than eight people at once. Plus it'll be hectic for the medics to worry about both me and the injured seven at the same time."

    "Couldn't one of the medics aid you with the teleportation though?"

    "As far as I'm concerned, no. Even if one of them is a Sorcerous, both of us can't teleport at the same time due to deaths being caused by using so much magic from more people teleporting."

    X widens his eyes. "Whoa, really!?"

    Ace strokes the side of his arm, nodding. "Yeah. There's a reason why whenever a Sorcerous uses the statue, it's always one of them doing the teleporting and not two or more. The high risk of death just to get to, I don't know, a grocery store nearby is not worth it."

    X raises his brow. "Jeez…That's so weird. I thought Sorcerous were these very powerful humans all my life." He squints. "Seeing Justin and Ada being immobilized, seeing you getting held down by those crooks earlier, and then hearing about the consequences of having more than one Sorcerous teleporting is just…very surreal, dude."

    Ramon strokes his chest, looking down. "I hope Justin and Ada never have to resort to that point."

    The Buizel nods. "Same here." He then sighs.

    Noctis turns around, glaring at the catastrophic mayhem that is his home, littered with broken fences and windows. Even the roof peels off parts of itself and lands on the ground, the wood breaking in half.

    The Charizard grumbles, clenching his chain necklace. "I'll stay here in case anymore of those extreme Anti-Noctis crooks come by to make my day even worse."

    "'Anti-Noctis'?" The Buizel snorts. "You're famous or something?"

    "Used to." The Charizard glares. "Put it shortly, these guys want my ass in shambles because of my All Star Tournament days. Hence the phrase 'Flaming Vortex'. That was my title."

    "Yoo, that's awesome." X forms his fists and jumps in place. "I watched those tournament matches all the time! And then you come out of nowhere to always change the channel into something else." He folds his arms, pouting.

    Serene tilts her head. "I wonder why. I was enjoying those matches, too."

    Noctis doesn't look at the group: Keeping his gaze directly on his house. "...I have my reasons."

    "Weird." X then blinks. "Also wait, why did you stop participating in the tournament, too?"

    Delia perks up. "Yes, I've meant to ask you that after those cro—"

    "I've. Said. That I have my reasons." Noctis huffs. "Don't you have a son and some friends to worry about? I'll tell you after your visit with them. Just…" Noctis forms a fist. "Just not feeling it, right now."

    Delia looks at the orange lizard with blues, watching him pick up a single broken fence and gazing at it. The dark brown woman caresses her bangs, scrunching up before staring back at Ace. "Good point."

    Ramon stares at the Charizard for a moment, walking towards him. "I'll stay with you in case you need backup."

    Noctis simply blinks in bewilderment, raising his brow at the fox. "I don't need anyone's help. I can defend myself just fine."

    "What happened earlier said otherwise." The Zoroark looks up at the tall lizard, intrigue spreading across. "You'll need that extra protection on top of someone helping you clean this mess here."

    Noctis grumbles, folding his arms. He huffs, closing his eyes. "Fiiine, you can stay and help."

    X lifts his paw up. "As much as I want to stay here, I really want to come with Delia to see Justin and Ada again."

    Merlin nods. "Same here."

    Serene and Ethan nod along with the teen, the Leafeon pressing her vine against her chest. "I haven't seen those two in like, forever." She smiles, her brother shielding under her cyan cloak. "It'll be nice to see them again."

    Delia's hands sit on her hips, nodding. "That settles it. We're ready to go, Ace."

    Ace gives the four a thumbs up, smirking. "Gotcha then. Just let me return my Pokémon real quick." He turns towards his four companions: Taking out his Pokeball and Great Ball to return Ariel and Blackburn inside of them respectively. He then takes out his Ultra and Heal Ball. "I'll send you two out after I'm done teleporting, okay?" Tress and Jewel nod, the former rubbing his head against Ace's leg.

    After Ace returns them, X and Serene stare in bewilderment.

    "I don't get it," Serene says. "How could those Pokémon fathom being treated that way?"

    The Buizel nods. "Yeah. I know they're Nativus and all, but the thought of being captured and owned is just—" X pauses for a moment, eyes widening before he grits his teeth, looking away. "Gah, it just…doesn't sit right with me."

    Ace blinks, setting his Pokeballs around his waist. "Hmm…It's pretty understandable to feel iffy about it. Seeing another Pokémon like yourself being tamed and captured, even though you're a different kind that actually has their own freedom and will."

    That's because all Pokémon belong to the wild and not by humans under some weird systematic society! Nomar states in Ramon's head, Ramon staring at the ponytail trainer with concern.

    Ace taps his chin. "It's admittedly a gray and touchy topic that I feel no one wins in." He takes one look at his Pokeball devices, sighing. "Sometimes I wonder if I'm even a good person for being these four's trainer. Solely because I'm owning them, feeling like I'm robbing them of their freedom despite their Nativu status."

    X glares down. "...Right."

    Ace smiles. "What I can say is that my Pokémon are happy to be with me." He looks back at the group. "The feelings of a Pokémon are valid regardless of their Nativu or Intellicate status. Journeying with them, helping them out in any way, and overall treating them with the proper care and love they deserve. In a way, a bond between a trainer and their Nativu is similar to a human and their Intellicate friend."

    Ace grabs his Heal Ball, smiling as images of him raising Tress as an Eevee pops into his mind, the two hugging each other with warmness. "We cherish them. Both in heart and soul."

    Serene blinks, her paw to her maw. "I…never thought of bonding that way before." Nods. "Interesting perspective." X looks off, remaining quiet.

    Hmph. Can't believe she actually bought his nonsense. Nomar groans. What a fool. Ramon simply lowers his ears, not having much to say.

    Ace nods, returning the ball to his waist. "With that said, I would never intend on owning an Intellicate. Not only because it's illegal: It's just downright immoral regardless of any context, reasoning, or excuses one could come up with." He folds his arms. "I see zero good reason for anyone owning an Intellicate."

    The Buizel gasps at what Ace said, looking at him a little. …At least you're one of the good trainers, I guess. X then lifts his arms up. "Alright alright, we're getting off track at this point. Let's go see my two dope buddies, NOW!" The Buizel glares at the Sorcerous with determination, feeling like lightning is surrounding him while his eyes glow white.

    Ace chuckles. "You're right, actually." The man touches Delia and Merlin's shoulders. "Huddle around, you three." X, Serene, and Ethan nod as they join the Sorcerous, all starting to glow blue.

    Soon, the six disappear, leaving Ramon and Noctis behind.

    "..." Noctis stares at Ramon.

    "..." Ramon stares back.

    "..."

    Ramon trembles a bit, silence whistling across their ears besides a few pedestrians passing by. The Zoroark blinks, so does the Charizard. Their gazes feel as though the two are going through a never-ending loop of awkwardness, not looking away from one another. Noctis leans down to pick up another broken fence, walking towards the front door.

    "You gonna keep staring at me or are you going to help me clean this mess up?" the lizard states.

    Ramon gasps, shaking his head. "O-Oh! Sorry!" The Zoroark follows the Charizard, picking up some broken materials along the way.

    . . .

    In. Out. In. Out.

    Justin, Ada, Mesmeren, Courtney, Sylock, Roan, and Coleo rest on seven beds retrospectively, breathing at a normal pace: Justin's bed being across from Ada's, Mesmeren's next to Justin, Courtney and Sylock's next to Ada's, and Roan and Coleo's are beside Sylock. A stool lays between Justin and Ada with a counter being right behind it. The plain white room is wide, having one large window on the right and left side along with being behind the seven, the right displaying many buildings afar.

    Rows of blue chairs sit across the seven, two double doors displaying in the middle. Pushing the doors is a Pokémon nurse along with Delia and the others, Delia jotting towards the unconscious teen first.

    She leans down and hugs the boy, tears flailing on the bed sheets. "Please," she says. "Please be okay."

    X, Serene, Ethan, and Merlin walk close to her, all huddling around the teens as well. Serene caresses Delia's back while laying her other vine on top of Ada's forehead, gazing down at the girl. "I hope they're okay, too." The Leafeon closes her eyes, sighing. Ace, Tress, and Jewel sit on the chairs, the Gym Leader tapping his exposed knees in anticipation.

    "Justin is fine. Along with Ada and the other five with them," the nurse states, walking towards the group. "The medics successfully extracted the Weakener out of their bodies, so they're resting peacefully."

    Serene blinks, tilting her head at the nurse. "What's a Weakener?"

    Ethan looks as well, flicking his ears. "Y-Yeah."

    Ace folds his arms. "From what the Carnivine medic told us earlier…" The pink shirt man explains the process over to Serene and Ethan, both widening their eyes in mortification. Ethan clings onto his sister, trembling as the Leafeon pats his back.

    "Wh-Why would anyone create that!?"

    Serene snarls. "Agreed. It's horrible to create something so dangerous like that!"

    Ace presses his finger underneath his chin. "Like I've told your friends, it could be some sort of power dynamic that criminals use to show they're the most threatening."

    The nurse sighs, adjusting the clipboard on her arm. "Regardless, the medics know about the ailment's existence and went through severe training on extracting it."

    Merlin nudges his head against his staff. "How so?"

    "We use Magic to get rid of the Weakener, surrounding the victim in its energy so that we can withdraw the substance." The nurse stares at Justin and Ada. "Any Sorcerous can do this, but it's best for a PC Sorcerous to do the extraction. Mainly because any wrong move on removing the substance could lead to deadly consequences." The nurse glances. "Which includes killing the victim."

    Merlin and X look at each other, gulping. "Ah…Understood."

    "Yep. I do NOT want to be the one with the Weakener then." X shakes his head.

    The nurse waves her hand around. "No need to worry: We make sure to never make such a critical mistake here at the Pokémon Center."

    "I hope so, dude." X scratches the back of his head, nervousness creeping throughout.

    Delia pulls away from the hug, holding her son's hand. "Who did this to him?"

    X looks at Delia. "A Floatzel named Lycus did this. They ate some sort of apple with the Weakener inside." He squints at the teens. "That's what Ramon told us."

    "I see…"

    X presses his paw against his cheek. "Man, I swear that name sounds familiar, but…I'm not sure wh—"

    Xav…

    X gasps, the masculine voice rings throughout his head, barely saying the name he wishes to not hear. He strokes his chest, grinding his teeth. Is. Is it really…?

    "Hey, X?" The Buizel looks at the Leafeon, her ears lowering, her paw against her chest. "Are you okay? You…even looked pale, too."

    X keeps staring, panting in exhaustion. Concerns spreading from person to person, the weasel feeling as though the staring lasts for an eternity, sweats dripping down his forehead and cheeks.

    Nah, I'm tripping with myself. Sighing, his paw lays against his head as he smiles. "I'm fine." He shakes his head. "Just, uh, had a brief scare over the thought of the Weakener and its effects." This is half true, considering the weasel's disturbance of the status earlier.

    Serene nods. "Yeah, I getcha." She squints at the teens. "The fact that it could make anyone be in a horrible shape like Justin, Ada, and the others they're with is just…something I don't want to experience."

    "M-Me too…" Ethan looks down, lowering his ears.

    X folds his arms. "Well, I simply got to not be weak. That way, I won't get the Weakener." The Buizel smirks. "Easy."

    Serene pouts, hitting the weasel's arm in a playful manner. "I honestly expected Justin to say that, not you!"

    Merlin sits on the side of Ada's bed, snickering. "Same here."

    X chuckles. "And my mother thinks I will never think of anything clever when hanging around Justin." He sticks his tongue out before grinning. "I still think my Floatzel joke is great. I mean, she was right there. In the lake. Floating. How could I NOT make it!?"

    Delia snickers. "Now I'm seeing Beckham's point about your brain being consumed by the 'Justinese Language', as she puts it."

    The Buizel shrugs. "I don't know, Mrs. Phoenix. Your son is really fun to hang with. Can you blame me?"

    Merlin raises his hand up. "I would." He closes his eyes, leaving one finger up. "You haven't been focusing on the art of words."

    X glares at him. "Oh shut up, Newspaper Boy."

    Everyone laughs, X smiling. Serene and Ethan are smiling too, albeit they're gazing off to the side, ears remaining lowered.

    Mother… the two think, Serene even taking a look at her Flareon brother: The faded claw mark on his face. It's still there. The Leafeon lifts her maw, patting the canid's back with her vine. He looks at her, slightly smiling back.

    Soon a futuristic, sorcery sound emanates from Ace's hand, the man blinking. As he summons a hologram to the side, Delia sighs in relief, holding Justin's hand again. "I'm glad that he's recovering," she says, smiling. "It gives me hope knowing that he's survived." She turns to the nurse behind her. "Can I stay here for a while longer?"

    The nurse nods. "You may. Again, we've taken all of the Weakeners out of them. They should be in good shape and will wake up soon."

    "Thank you."

    Just as the nurse turns around and touches the double doors, the blue robe boy taps his staff. "Say, I have a question to ask you."

    The nurse looks at him. "What's the question?"

    "What do you medics do with the Weakener?" Everyone else stares at the nurse upon hearing that question.

    The nurse looks at her clipboard for a brief moment, contemplating. She then nods. "We get rid of them. Permanently." She smiles, closing her eyes. "So no need to worry about them whenever you come by to the Pokémon Center."

    Merlin quirks his brow, his staff against his chin in perplexion. He is about to say something else until Ace speaks, "Hey, I'll be leaving now. Got a challenger waiting for me to battle him at my gym."

    X perks up. "Oh that sounds dope! I'd watch, but I wanna stay with my buddies." He looks at the two unconscious teens.

    Ace nods. "Understandable. Lucky for you, there's a normal All Star Tournament event coming up tomorrow night. You can watch people of any kind duke it out in a fun match, whether at home or in the stadium itself."

    "Ah hell yeah, dude!" The Buizel jumps in joy. "Thanks for telling me that! I'll keep that in mind."

    The nurse has left by this time as Ace touches Tress and Jewel, nodding. "You're welcome!" Once the three teleport away, the five keep their gaze onto Justin and Ada, all smiling.

    "Man, I'm looking forward to talking to them again. Since I imagine they have a lot to tell us." X pokes his cheek, looking at Mesmeren and the other unconscious individuals. "The only person missing from our group is Terran. Because I don't know who these five are."

    Delia lifts her finger. "I think you're also missing Li Cheng and your mother, X."

    X gasps, pressing his paws against his head. "Ah shoot, you're right! How did I forget about my mom?"

    The short-hair woman shakes her head. "What a shame. Looks like I'll tell your mother that her own child has forgotten her." She gives X a neutral face, folding her arms.

    The Buizel jumps. "Wh-Wha!? H-Hey, don't actually do that!"

    Delia giggles. "I'm just messing with you. Forgetfulness happens sometimes."

    "Oh." X sighs heavily. "Don't scare me like that, Mrs. Phoenix. You know how my mom be, man…"

    "Oh I'm aware." Delia snickers more.

    Serene and Ethan stare at the two, both shivering. I-I hope mother isn't too angry about our absence… Ethan whimpers softly. Please.

    . . .

    Noctis sets a vase on top of the kitchen's counter, tapes clinging all over. The Charizard puts his hands by his hips, smirking. "There. Good as new." The vase crumbles into dust, the tapes latching onto the counter now. "..." Blinks. "Okay: Screw you, too."

    The Charizard looks behind him, staring at the Zoroark picking up many smaller pieces on the carpet. Ramon places them in his paw one after another, glancing. His back is then met with a tap, the fox blinking.

    "Eh?" He turns around, the tall orange lizard towering over him. "...H-Hi." Is all he can muster.

    "Hey," Noctis replies back, his tone coming across as uninterested as a waiting line.

    Silence emanates between them, eye contacts of discomfort being exchanged. The Charizard looks down at the glasses and dirt on Ramon's paw.

    "Don't you know how to vacuum or something?"

    "...No?" Ramon lifts his brow. "I…don't even know what that is."

    Now it's Noctis' turn to give the fox the eyebrow raise. "What? But how do you—" the Charizard shakes his head. "Nevermind. Just throw that trash away."

    "Oo…kay then?" Ramon walks over to the kitchen's trash can, placing the pieces inside.

    Noctis sits on the middle sofa, sighing with heaviness: The inside and outside of his home still looks like a mess, albeit less messy than before. The Charizard eyes the tilt over portrait on the table, grabbing it. He eyes the yellow chain Charmeleon hanging around with a black cloak Riolu and two teens, frowning at the broken glass exposing the Charmeleon's face.

    Ramon walks to the sofa, seeing a glass piece nearing the portrait. The Zoroark reaches his paw out and—

    "So you wanted to say something to me earlier, right?"

    Ramon stops, his eyes turning towards the Charizard. "Hmm…?"

    Noctis waves his portrait. "We kept looking at each other earlier. Clearly you wanted to say something." He points to an empty spot besides him. "Sit down with me. Or stand in place." He shrugs. "I don't care. We're having this talk, either way."

    Ramon blinks for a moment, uncertainty and intrigue having a tug-o-war throughout him. Especially with how brutally blunt Noctis is. In the end, the fox sits next to the dragon, his paws on his lap. "Erm…Okay then."

    "So…" Noctis crosses his legs. "What do you want to say?"

    Hello! This is the last chapter I'll upload before putting this fic on a massive hold. Not only to focus on drafting the rest of the fic's chapters (I have them all plotted) so that I can reach its finale, but also to focus on other interests too such as gaming and reading other people's fics! I kind of feel bad for not uploading a new chapter since Chapter 43 in November 14th because of Scarlet and Violet taking up most of my time. So I figured to upload not one, not two, but three chapters daily this week to make up for those absence. And that will not be the last time I'll do that, considering I plan to draft the rest of this fic's chapters.

    Speaking of fics, I want to recommend Free N' Forth by Darkestccino. A good, slowburn start of a PMD fanfic that is my main inspiration for wanting to finish the rest of my fic's final chapters like he did with his'. His characters are so distinct and charming from one another, and I adore the way he uses foreshadowing (especially the 20th chapter and onwards). With that said, hope you all have a wonderful Happy New Year's!
     
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    Chapter 47.
  • Sonic Ramon

    Pokémon Trainer
    Pronouns
    He/Him/His
    Chapter 47: The Tale of the Flaming Vortex Part 1.

    Ramon stares.

    Noctis stares.

    "..."

    "...Well?" Noctis huffs. This kid's mouth sewed or something?

    "Um…" Ramon taps his knee. "D-Do you know who…Travis is?"

    "The Lucario, right?" Ramon nods meekly, to which Noctis folds his arms. "Yeah. He's my closest friend." Sighs. "The fact you know him further tells me you're the survivor Travis was talking about."

    "Wait—" Ramon squints. "If you know who I am, then you're aware of him wanting me dead over the incident."

    Noctis grunts, his hand against his head. "Yeah." Ramon's heart beats fast as he strokes the sofa, trembling. The Charizard looks at the fox, unphased. "I kept telling him to stop going after you, though."

    Ramon's shakiness fades, ears perking up. "Really?"

    "Yep." Grumbling, Noctis fiddles with his portrait. "The idiot wouldn't listen: He keeps thinking you're the cause of Xander's death and has been hellbent on this 'revenge' since."

    Ramon lowers his ears, whimpering. "That's unfortunate." He strokes his knees. "Noctis…Do you think I'm the one who caused the incident?"

    The Charizard glances at his portrait. "I don't know if you've caused it or not." Shrugs. "But it's pointless to kill you over, anyways." Noctis blinks, turning towards Ramon. "With that said though: Do you know what happened while in the institute?"

    Ramon shakes his head. "No. I woke up in that dark place with no memories of what happened."

    Noctis tilts his head. "Eh?"

    The Zoroark nods. "It's true. I don't know anything about the facility besides the journal entry Yvonne wrote." Gasps. "Oh right, the journal!" He fiddles with his claws, ears lowering. "It's…probably still with Ada. Hopefully it's not damaged and all."

    "Huh. Good to know you have his journal, at least." Noctis sighs. "Are you sure you don't know what happened at the Prospective Institute?"

    Ramon nods. "I'm…very positive about it."

    "Hmm…" Noctis folds his arms. "It's a big mystery for us all on what caused the incident. All we know is that a Pokémon survived the incident." He caresses his chin. "I'm not sure if it's you or someone else though. The news wasn't…entirely clear about that part, admittedly." Sighing, the Charizard shakes his head. "Regardless, it makes me not agree with Travis' vengeful thinking even more."

    "Right..." The fox's claws twirl around each other, gazing down. "Say, Noctis: Is it true that Project Transvian was formed because of you?"

    The dragon raises his brow. "Why'd you ask that?"

    "...Because Travis told me two days ago while trying to kill me."

    "..."

    Silence flourishes, nothing but the fox's nervous twiddling is heard.

    "...Yes. The project was formed entirely because of me."

    "Oh. So that means—"

    "Yep: I hate the shit out of my evolved form." Noctis looks down at his hand. "It's heavy, sluggish, and overall feels uncomfortable as FUCK." He forms a fist. "Evolving into a Charizard ruined my life. My reputation as the Flaming Vortex went down the drain because of it, ending my All Star Tournament days."

    Noctis sighs. "To be honest, I used to be excited about evolving. Wanting to know how much better I can be the bigger I get, ya know?"

    Ramon tilts his head. "Really?"

    Noctis taps his leg, setting the portrait back on the table: Staring at the yellow chain Charmeleon. "Yeah. I remember a while back I was training for the next tourney at the All Star Tournament, feeling myself getting stronger and stronger…"

    . . .

    The yellow chain Charmelen slid across the ground before dodging the Lucario's Bone Rush, landing in front of his house. Purple flames radiated around Noctis' maw, the lizard grinning. Travis clenched his bone, his feelers twitching.

    "I'm feeling reeeaaal close to evolving, Travis!" Noctis said in a hardy yet soft tone, flinging his Dragon Breath. The Lucario spins his bone around, twirling the purple flames.

    Travis flew the flames to the side, smiling. "Mhm. I can sense your powers growing stronger." Stroking the side of his arm, he shrugged. "Although, I'm not entirely sure of that being correct."

    Noctis waved his paw around. "Ah come on, your aura is entirely correct here!"

    Travis shook his head. "You know how wrong my aura is, Noctis."

    "Look man, if I say I'm close to evolving and you agree, then that means your aura is telling the truth here, right?" Noctis lifted his claw up. "Just relax and admit that your aura is correct."

    "Hmm." The jackal looked away. "I'll…conclude it as a hunch, okay?" His ears lowered, staring down. "I don't want to trust my aura because of that incident. You know the one…"

    Noctis grimaced. "Yeesh, right." He shrouded his claws in draconic blues. "Let's get back to training me up for tonight's tournament, okay? Don't wanna turn this into a gloomfest now."

    Travis nodded. "Fair enough."

    The Charmeleon rushed towards him, jumping. The Lucario dodged before Noctis smirked, lifting his head back before ushering rows of flames. Travis grunted, twirling his bone as a shield. This was when Noctis got behind him and Dragon Clawed his back, the Lucario yelping.

    "Ate too many vanilla cakes before training, eh?" Noctis snorted.

    "Sh-Shush!" The cloak wearing Lucario swung his paw around, Noctis jumping back in time.

    The two continued as a young man exited out of the house, taking out a remote from his blue pants and clicking it. The garage door opened, the two Pokémon stopping on the concrete and eyeing the man. He walked towards Travis, handing him the remote.

    "I have to go take care of an important assignment at the Prospective Institute." Dr. Yvonne smiled, pressing his messy black hair down before the curls sprung back up. He sighed, his black glasses tilting. "My hair will never stay down, huh?"

    Travis took the remote, snickering. "With how busy you are, your hair will stay wacky."

    Noctis poked the man's leg, the late teen blinking before staring down at him. "You think you can make it to the tournament tonight? I feel like it'll be a really good one!" The Charmeleon smirked, his eyes closed, his hand against his chest. "I'm getting closer and closer to being so strong, dude." His fist slammed against his palm. "Like I'm talking evolution levels."

    The young man smiled. "Really now? That's wonderful to hear, bud! But…" He shook his head. "I'm afraid I can't make it tonight, my friend."

    "What? But I thought you were off from work today!"

    "I…was. But my job is calling me for this one overnight shift today, and I simply can't miss such an opportunity." Dr. Yvonne patted Travis' shoulder. "That's why I want you to record everything with your phone. Just so you can send it to me afterwards."

    The Lucario nodded. "I can do that."

    Dr. Yvonne smiled, his hands nudging each other. "Splendid!" He walked towards his black car, waving at the two. "Have an awesome time at the event, guys!" He got inside, the two Pokémon stepping out of the way before he drove off.

    The two stared at the moving vehicle, the Charmeleon sighing.

    "Man…" Noctis folded his arms, his cheeks puffing up. "He's ALWAYS busy with that job of his'. I'm happy that he got it, but blagh: It felt like he hardly hangs around with us nowadays because of it."

    Travis patted Noctis' back. "Yeah, he really likes his work. Seeing as his job is about helping others in some way or shape, I can't entirely blame him for the business." Smirked. "Hell, he's willing to sacrifice his days off if it means working there some more." The jackal's paws rested behind his head. "Xander means well, Noctis. I'm sure you understand."

    The lizard sighed once more, shrugging while forming a small smile. "I guess so."

    Noctis then leaped away, sliding on the grass and casting draconic energies around his claws. "Regardless, I'm still rearing myself for this event tonight." The Charmeleon grinned. "Wanna continue this dance?"

    Travis grinned back, yellow auras painting his paws. "You betcha."

    The two started sparring, laughing while dodging each other's moves.

    . . .

    The crowd roared!

    The crowd shouted!

    Some even tossed their popcorn across the stadium while flailing their arms, jolting up from the bleachers with extreme joy!

    Travis dodged the thrown bag, holding his red phone horizontally, pointing towards the battlefield. The field was a wide, oval arena with vivid grass smoothing across for the competitors. Two spectators, an Inteleon named Bond and a light skin individual named Zenith, were in a room above the bleachers: Eyeing the vigorous fight from a huge, wide window.

    Noctis brung his head back before shooting an array of spinning flames, engulfing the Butterfree opponent. And then the next match, he snuck up on a Pawmo and Dragon Clawed them, the yellow rodent yelping while flung into the air. Once the Pokémon fell down, the crowd screeched with rigorousness, screaming:

    "Flaming Vortex! Flaming Vortex! FLAMING VORTEX!"

    Travis wagged his tail. "WOO! JUST ONE MORE ROUND, NOCTIS!" He stood up. "You got this, bud!" Noctis turned around, smirking at the Lucario before lifting his claw.

    After all the matches, the finale arrived: Menacing stomps echoed throughout the stadium. A shadow casted over the lizard, Noctis staring up, his smirk remaining.

    "Annnnd the final opponent the Flaming Vortex will face is—" Bond paused his smooth voice: The tall, green armor biped grinning down at Noctis. "Bulk the Tyranitar!"

    Bulk cracked his fist. "I heard a lot of things about ya, Mr. Flaming Vortex."

    Noctis chuckled. "Go figure."

    "Heh, yeah." The Tyranitar cracked his neck. "It's an honor meeting you in person."

    The Charmeleon caressed his snout, jumping up and down. "Right back at ya, Bulk."

    Bulk rammed his fist against his palm, his tail slapping the ground. "Now to see if your legendary title can truly hold up against a big brute like myself." His grin intensified. "Surely a type disadvantage doesn't concern someone as famous as you, right?"

    "Type disadvantage?" Noctis shoots his flames in the air, the crowd erupting at the sight. Looking back at the Tyranitar, he folded his arms, grinning deviously. "Oh please: I eat those for breakfast, lunch, and dinner all at once!"

    Cracks casted around Bulk. "Even dessert?"

    Draconic auras shrouded Noctis' claws. "It won't even make it to dessert, haha!"

    "Heh." The Tyranitar nodded, pillars of sharp stones rose up. "We'll see then, Mr. Flaming Vortex."

    "Just don't hold back!" Noctis crouched before dashing forward.

    "Right back at ya!"

    The moment Bulk flung his Stone Edges, the crowd cheered wildly. Even Travis stood up with enthusiasm, keeping the phone up and steady as he smiled.

    Noctis clawed several stones before leaping over the others, flipping forward. Bulk's tail encased itself in metallic skin before he twirled, his Iron Tail clashing Noctis' Dragon Claw. The two were pushed back, sliding across the smooth field. The audience roared once more, the Flaming Vortex chants returning.

    Bulk lifted one stone from the ground and chugged it. Noctis ducked before the Tyranitar slammed his tail down onto him, the lizard jumping back in time, small dust rising. Noctis ran around, drawing flames around the towering foe. Bulk smirked, cracks forming around.

    "I see what you're trying to do. I'm not letting it happen, though." Bulk lifted his hands, the Stone Edges sprung upwards. Noctis jumped off before being hit, groaning. He slid across the ground, one stone jolting towards him. He jumped to the side, slashing it in half.

    Spectators commentated the match with zero pauses, but the two opponents didn't care as their eyes were attached to each other, purple flames shrouding Noctis' maw.

    "Nice catch: Spoiling my Fire Spin trap like that," Noctis said.

    "That tends to be one of your dirtiest tricks in the book." Bulk lowered his head, nudging his nose. He smirked. "Hence why I stopped it before you even form that circle," Bulk said.

    "Tch." Noctis grinned back. "You're smarter than I thought."

    Bulk blinked. "I'll…take that as a compliment?"

    Noctis snorted. "Yeah because it is." He brung his head back and flung forward, his Dragon Breath roaring ahead.

    Bulk shot one sharp rock towards it, obliterating the breath. A brief smoke rose, clouding Bulk's vision. Soon Noctis jumped out of it, slashing the pseudo's cheek with draconic energy. Bulk grunted, moving back. He looked behind him: Noctis staring back, toothy cockiness ensued.

    The Tyranitar laughed. "Good one, Vortex." His tail shined in metal. "But it'll take a lot more than your Dragon Claw to knock me down."

    Noctis laughed as well, his purple claws persisting. "Good." He jolted around, swinging his claws. "Because I want my opponent to be hard!" Bulk twirled around, his Iron Tail ramming against Noctis' Dragon Claw.

    BOOM!

    The collision echoed throughout the stadium.

    "LOOK AT THIS, LADIES AND GENTLEMEN AND EVERYTHING IN BETWEEN!" Zenith shouted through their microphone, their black hair swishing about. "THIS IS EXACTLY WHAT THE ALL STAR TOURNAMENT IS ALL ABOUT!"

    "YEAAAH!" the crowd yelled.

    Noctis and Bulk kept the adrenaline going: The Charmeleon leaping over the sharp stones, the Tyranitar striking any draconic flames with his tail, the small lizard cartwheeling from erupting quakes, the biped giant evading the fiery claws. The two persisted, the crowd wilding.

    The opponents soon came to a halt, panting. Bulk wiped sweat off his forehead, sighing. "Phew, you really are good at this. More so than I thought, heh."

    Noctis flicked his snout. "You're not bad either, big guy."

    "Hmm…" Bulk rubbed his claws together. "Let's see how you handle this." Snapped.

    "Handle wha—"

    WOOSH!

    Storm of grains rushed from the Tyranitar, engulfing the battlefield. A forcefield prevented the sandstorm from hitting the audience, everyone gasping.

    Travis blinked. "That's—"

    "Sand Stream." Noctis formed his fists, shielding himself while eyeing around. Bulk was nowhere to be seen, the sands clouding the Charmeleon's vision. He grunted. "Where did you—GAH!" A stone jolted the lizard back, rolling him around. Noctis clawed the ground, stopping.

    Laughs echoed throughout the sandstorm. "Am I finding your weakness, Mr. Flaming Vortex?" Bulk's voice said, Noctis eyeing around the field, vigilant.

    The ground beneath Noctis cracked and thumped like a heartbeat, pulsating rocky debris. Noctis eyed down. "Ah shi—" the Earthquake sent the Charmeleon up.

    "ARGH!" He flailed around in pain. I need to get rid of this sandstorm and FAST! The lizard tried to cast flames until a huge stream of water splashed him. He yelped, ramming the ground and spiraling all over.

    The crowd gasped, slamming their hands against their chests or mouths or even pressing on the stadium's shield: Concerns everywhere.

    "Oh no!" a Flamigo exclaimed, his red tie poking the shield. "Is our beloved Flaming Vortex alright!?"

    "I have no clue!" a dark skin woman said, stroking her parasol. "Oh goodness me!"

    Noctis grunted, stroking the ground. "Ugh…" He slowly pushed up before stopping, eyeing his shadow: It was becoming bigger than usual. "UM—"

    Bulk slammed onto the lizard, red energy engulfing his entire body. Crucial waves vibrated the battlefield, Noctis coughing up blood. His eyes widened, his teeth gnashed, his claws groped.

    "Sh-Shit!"

    Everyone stared in awestruck, gasping once more.

    "WHOOOA! Looks like Bulk has the upperhand, thanks to that sneaky Body Press!" Zenith stated, standing up and gripping the desk.

    Bond crossed his legs, sipping coffee from his mug. "Indeed."

    A Cyclizar bit his fingers, his teeth clittering. "I-Is this the end for the Flaming Vortex?"

    "Will he be dethroned after remaining the top for so long!?" a woman said, stroking her hat.

    "Ngh…" Noctis groaned and grunted, trembling. He soon stopped, his head hitting the ground.

    Bulk smirked. "Looks like I won, Mr. Flaming Vortex." His head bowed. "It was a pleasure battling you."

    Travis frowned. Come on, Noctis. I know you wouldn't give up that easily!

    The two spectators looked at each other for a moment before nodding, the first pressing the microphone against their lips. "Alright, folks! It looks like the winner of tonight's All Star Single Tournament is—" Noctis glowed blue, his size increasing. Everyone blinked in perplexion, their eyes gluing to the scene. "OH WAIT, SOMETHING'S HAPPENING!"

    "Grr…" Noctis grumbled: Wings forming on his back, his voice lower than before, his tail expanding its length.

    "Hmm?" Bulk tilted his head. "Are you evolving?" The Tyranitar got shoved off by the evolution, rolling around as he yelped. "Oof!"

    Noctis stood up, spreading his arms out and clutching his fists: He stopped glowing, uttering his menacing roar as his wings flourished.

    The crowd shouted with excitement, including Travis himself. "WOOO, LET'S GO NOCTIS!"

    Noctis flapped his wings, winds evaporating the sandstorm. "WELL WOULD YOU LOOK AT THAT, FOLKS! THE FLAMING VORTEX HAS EVOLVED AFTER ALL THESE TIMES!" Zenith yelled, the audience cheering endlessly.

    Bulk brushed himself off, sighing. "I had a feeling this fight isn't over that soon."

    Noctis eyed at his new form. "Hmph." He clenched his hands. "Well I didn't mean to evolve this soon, but here we are now." Snorting, Noctis beckoned the Tyranitar, casting his draconic claws. "Let's dance."

    Bulk smirked, bringing his Stone Edges up before dashing towards Noctis. He fired, Noctis slashing them one after another. Bulk jolted his Iron Tail towards the dragon, who countered it with his claws. Noctis flung his purple breath, pushing the Tyranitar back. He leaped forward, plowing more and more Dragon Breaths at the behemoth.

    Bulk grunted, shielding himself. He soon gasped, electricity surging through him. Crap. He closed one eye. Paralysis!

    Noctis smirked. "Gotcha." He flew around the Tyranitar, flames ushering from his maw. He flew higher and higher, the crowd gazing in awe.

    "THE FLAMING VORTEX IS USING THE CLASSIC OL' TRICK, FOLKS!" Zenith shouted, slamming their hands on the desk.

    Bond snapped his fingers, winking. "Outstanding maneuver from our beloved Vortex!"

    Noctis stopped midair, the flames swirling around Bulk. The dinosaurian gritted his teeth, tilting his claws up.

    "I just. Got to—NGH!" He was immobilized, the surges springing him. Noctis snapped his fingers, menacing flames closing in and engulfing the Tyranitar. Bulk groaned and screamed, the Fire Spin trapping him like a cage.

    The Charizard rubbed his wrist, casting his Dragon Claw. "I know the flames won't be enough, so let's actually finish this."

    He dashed down, zooming around the furious vortex. He arched his arm, squinting. Swinging his claw, Noctis flung Bulk out of the Fire Spin. Bulk spiraled all over the ground, sliding across. He groaned, twitching.

    The two spectators jolted up and down, saying, "AND WITH THAT, THE FLAMING VORTEX REMAINS AS THE WINNER OF THIS NIGHT'S ALL STAR SINGLE EVENT!" The crowd erupted with joy, some whistling being thrown here and there.

    Travis formed a fist and pressed his elbow down, holding the phone in his other paw. "Hell yeah, Noctis!"

    Noctis descended, walking towards the Tyranitar. Bulk slowly stood, grabbing the side of his arm. "That was a really fun match, Vortex." His hand held out. "I appreciated it a lot, especially the last minute evolution move." Smirked. "You really are the Flaming Vortex everyone hyped up to."

    Noctis looked at his hands, glancing. "..."

    Bulk blinked. "Is something wrong?"

    "..." Noctis shook his head. "It's nothing." A small smile formed. "I liked our fight, too." He shook Bulk's hand. "Thanks."

    Noctis' voice of the present says:

    "This is where my regret began…"


    Author's Note:

    The road towards this fic's end has officially begun! Hopefully you all enjoyed this chapter as we march our way towards this fic's third and final arc, every Fridays weekly! There's so, SO many moments in this third story arc that I genuinely cannot WAIT to show you all. Also this is the first chapter of M&T1 to be uploaded in 2023, let alone on my birthday, too! But with that said, see you all next week with Chapter 48. nwn
     
    Chapter 48.
  • Sonic Ramon

    Pokémon Trainer
    Pronouns
    He/Him/His
    Chapter 48: The Tale of the Flaming Vortex Part 2.

    A yellow paw rammed Noctis' face, the Charizard grunting away towards his home. Sweats dripped down his cheeks, his Lucario friend jumping back and sliding across.

    Noctis panted, bruises littering throughout. He glared, forming a fist.

    Travis tilted his head. "Are you alright?"

    Noctis stared at his hands, those fingers being more defined than his Charmeleon self. Even his claws were different! They used to be large and mighty: Small and shy they were deduced to. Doubt anyone would even notice them, only he would. He formed his fists, shaking his head.

    "I'm…I'm fine." A scratchy gruff shrieked his voice. "I can keep going."

    Travis lowered his ears. "I…really think we should take a break. You've been pushing yourself a lot right now. I'm scared that you'll—"

    Noctis stomped, the concrete cracking. "NO!" Snarled. "I said I can keep going, god dammit!" He brung his fists up. "Now fucking fight me already, Travis! Don't hold back, either!"

    The Lucario gazed at the dragon for a moment, sighing. "Alright then." He took deep breaths, crouching. He then jotted towards the dragon, his paw curling into a fist.

    Noctis swung his fist forward, but Travis ducked underneath and uppercutted him. Noctis gnashed his teeth, groaning. "Gah!" He backed away, spitting out saliva. "Come on. You can do better than that." The lizard lifted his hands, beckoning.

    Travis dashed forward, yellow auras encasing his paws. Noctis lifted his head back, purple flames emanating around his maw before the Lucario smacked him, the lizard spitting his draconic flames to the side. Travis Force Palmed Noctis over and over, the dragon growling in pain. The Lucario then kicked Noctis back, the Charizard roaring.

    "COME THE FUCK ON!" Noctis stomped, cracks forming around his foot, blood dripping down his bruises. "PUT MORE POWER INTO YOUR MOVES, DAMMIT!"

    "..."

    The two proceeded: Travis dodging Noctis' moves while providing intense jabs and kicks one after another. Noctis growled and snarled and screeched—Pain coursing through his sluggish maneuvers left and right.

    Soon, Noctis was coughing—shaking, even. The lizard was on his knees, spitting blood while growling, closing a single eye. Travis stared, lowering his arms. He whimpered.

    Noctis gritted his teeth. "Why—" he gagged out blood further, his growl intensified. "Why did you stop!?" He moved forward before gasping, falling down afterwards.

    "N-Noctis!" Travis rushed over to the Charizard's aid.

    The front door opened, Dr. Yvonne exiting before eyeing the gruesome scenario. "NOCTIS!" He hurled over, sitting on his knees and inspecting the dragon. The young man then frowned at the jackal. "Why did you hurt him so much? I thought this was supposed to be a friendly fight!"

    "I—" he winced, his feelers twitching, his eyes closing.

    "I, grr—" Noctis pushed himself up. "I asked him to go rough on me, jackass." Once up, he started shifting side to side, groping his head. His vision going wonky, his belly stirring with eruption, his fragile hand feeling like a feather instead of something warm. "Ugh…" His eyes half-closed, everything feeling as though he should melt into the ground.

    Noctis eyed the now standing scientist and jackal, panting heavily. The man patted the lizard's arm, gazing with concern.

    "Come inside, Noctis. You've done enough training for the day."

    The Charizard growled, pushing the man's hand away. "I can, ngh, continue training whenever I want!"

    "Noctis, please." The scientist rubbed his hand. "I don't want you to bleed further." Dr. Yvonne sighed. "Don't push yourself, my friend."

    Travis nodded. "Y-Yes." He stroked his cloak. "I'd…rather not have my friends in the hospital because of my bruteness…" His cloak shifted to the side by the wind.

    Noctis smacked his lips. "But I NEED to get strong. If I don't push myself, then I'll never keep my title as the Flaming Vortex!"

    "Not while you're all bruised up and feeling close to passing out," Dr. Yvonne stated, folding his arms. "Please, just come rest for the time being."

    "..." Noctis snarled, gripping his fist. "Alright, fine! I just hope I remain as the winner in later tournaments, then." He headed towards the house, Yvonne and Travis following along.

    "I'm certain that you will!" Travis says with encouragement, his feelers going haywire. He gripped his appendages. Shut it.

    . . .

    Noctis groaned, jumping back from an Emploeon's Aqua Jet, sliding across the stadium's field. The crowd cheered, Yvonne and Travis being at the front row seats wooing with enthusiasm.

    Noctis frowned at his opponent: The Nativu Empoleon, Luxury, sliding back to her trainer, Golden.

    Golden formed a fist, jolting their elbow down. "Great job, Luxury. Keep it up!" the trainer said, their tone low.

    Luxury kept her glance on the Charizard, nodding. "Will do, Master." Her arms raised, standing still.

    Noctis panted, purple flames coating around his maw. I can do this… He flung his Dragon Breath, the draconic energy roaring across the field.

    Golden snapped their fingers. "Dodge with Aqua Jet!"

    Luxury encased herself in aquatic auras, swerving over the dragon flames. She rammed the Charizard, Noctis groaning. He shielded himself, being pushed back. The lizard smacked the penguin away with his tail, the Empoleon sliding across the ground.

    Travis and Yvonne lifted their fist up, the scientist wearing red clothing as the two cheered. "You can do it, Noctis! Go get 'em!" Yvonne exclaimed.

    "Yeah, show 'em who's the Flaming Vortex!" Travis yelled. The Lucario's appendages twitched, blinking. Hmm?

    The Charizard jabbed Luxury's flippers before she smacked him away with metallic claws, kicking him afterwards. The Lucario squinted. Is…something really wrong with him? Will he actually lose this fight? His ears lowered. Is that why my aura is acting up?

    Noctis gnashed his teeth, his vision blurred. His maw was engulfed by flames, the dragon glaring at the penguin.

    Travis' appendages spasmed further. No. The Lucario shook his head. I don't believe that: He'll win! He got this! He bit his lower lip. I…know he does.

    "Travis?" The Lucario blinked, eyeing Dr. Yvonne. "Are you alright?"

    "Erm…" Travis nodded. "Yeah. I'm fine."

    The Charizard unleashed his stream of flames, Luxury raising her flippers and spreading her legs. Her trainer spreaded their arm, their gray glasses leaning forward. "Wave Crash!" The Empoleon nodded to the command, submerging in immense water. She dashed towards the lizard, zipping around the Flamethrower.

    Noctis widened his eyes, enlarging the swirling fire. He turned his head, Luxury rushing closer to him. Come on, come on—HIT! His brows furrowed. HIIIIIIIIIIT! The grass burnt to the crisp, yet the Empoleon moved further and further from the flames.

    "JUMP!" Golden shouted.

    Luxury smirked, leaping up and twirling. She flipped herself forward, ramming her flipper against Noctis' neck.

    Noctis gagged: His flames dying, the lizard soaring back within seconds. He flailed around the ground, rolling before crashing into a wall. Smoke rose from the collision, clouding the lizard.

    The crowd gasped, standing up in intrigue. Travis' paw pressed his chest while Yvonne bit his fingernails, sweat dripping down their cheeks. Luxury slid across the ground, her aquatic auras fading.

    After what felt like hours, the smoke vanished, the Charizard grunting and walking forward. He stroked his arm: Panting, growling—even shivering. Shivering? He blinked, pausing. The Charizard eyed the Emperor Pokémon: The lack of bruises, scratches, bleedings. None of them were there. Luxury squinted, her flippers up and prepared.

    Noctis' vision became hazier: Shaking left to right, right to left. The crowd eyed him, confusion circulating their minds. Noctis squinted his eyes for a brief moment, gripping his arm. His eyes then widened, all of his movements vanished.

    "...Sh-Shit." He fell, trembling.

    "Whoa!" The Intellicate Inteleon grabbed his microphone, pointing at the window. "At a shocking turn of an event, Golden and her Luxury have beaten the Flaming Vortex, officially moving onto the next match!"

    Noctis' eyes quaked, the dragon staring at the wall across as some of the crowd shot up with cheers. Travis and Yvonne stared at their friend: The man sighing as the Lucario trembling, melancholy flowing through them.

    He…lost? Travis glared to the side. No. I don't believe my aura was right about this. This is just…just… He groaned, his appendages twitching. Unfortunate circumstances. Yeah. That's what this is.

    Noctis closed his eyes, taking the deepest breath of his life. He got up, grunting. He walked forward to Golden and Luxury, a crooked smile forming.

    "That was a good match we had there." His eyes closed, nodding. "It's clear that you two's bond as Trainer and Pokémon was so strong, it even defeated the Flaming Vortex himself!" He pointed at himself, chuckling.

    Golden and Luxury eyed each other for a brief moment before the trainer quirked their brow, folding their arms. "That wasn't us at our 'full potential'."

    Noctis blinked. "I…" His head tilted. "Come again?"

    Golden tapped their chin. "How do I say this nicely…" Their throat was cleared. "We thought with a grand title like yours, you'll put our bonds to the test." Sighed. "Unfortunately, that wasn't the case because of how sluggish you were against Luxury."

    Noctis lifted his brow. "I mean, wasn't I sluggish before?"

    "From what we've seen of your previous fights: No, you weren't." Golden adjusted their glasses. "You were pretty speedy and always had the upper hand via a trick by the end." They pressed their glasses back. "This time around, you weren't dodging our attacks. Barely even did any damage to Luxury."

    Golden's Empoleon folded her flippers, the trainer laying their hand beneath their chin. "This fight doesn't feel like any others I've seen you in." Their head tilted. "What happened?" Golden's glasses leaned forward. "Or…"

    Noctis perked his head up. "Or…what?"

    Golden pushed their glasses back: Glistening as their hands slipped inside of their pockets. "Was your title just overhyped lies?"

    Noctis gazed, lips sealed. His heart beated, his expression motionless.

    "..."

    The Charizard walked past the two, eyeing the double door exit. Golden blinked, eyeing him. "I wonder if I've hit a nerve there."

    Luxury squinted at them. "You certainly have," she said in her language.

    The dragon stomped past Travis and Yvonne, the two eyeing him. The jackal opened his mouth and—

    "I slipped up," Noctis said, stopping halfway. "I'll…I'll do better next time." He eyed his two friends, others being beside them gazing down at the lizard. His lips quivered, smiling. He proceeded through exit, Travis pressing his paw against his chest.

    Noctis…

    . . .

    From there, Noctis went through many losses in each All Star Singles: Pummeled into the wall, thrown across the field—even flown into the air for a brief moment before crashing towards the ground! The audiences winced and grimaced at the Flaming Vortex's losing streaks, his friends warping in dread at it all.

    Noctis widened his eyes at them, feeling as though his reign was being depleted rapidly. His title was devolving. But he kept going, hoping to earn himself first place in the tournament again. Until…

    "GAAAH!"

    The Charizard fell on his back, attempting to move up before a purple monkey pinned him with two tails. Noctis glared at the pitch black sky: Quivering, stroking the grass.

    "The winner of this match is Swifty the Ambipom!" the announcers exclaimed, crowds erupting in celebration.

    "YEAAAH! YOU GO, SWIFTY!" one guy screamed.

    "THE FLAMING VORTEX IS OLD SCHOOL, NOW! SWIFTY IS WHERE IT'S AT!" an Orthworm yelled, his arms hovering over his mouth.

    Noctis' eye twitched.

    "Yeah, the Flaming Vortex isn't how he used to be anymore!" one woman stated, sighing.

    Swifty gasped, her hand pressing her maw, bringing her tails back. "Oh my goodness gracious, I didn't think so many people would be this cheerful about me defeatin' the great ol' Vortex himself!" She turned towards Noctis, leaving her hand out. "Speakin' of, you did a mighty fine job during our match! Even though you weren't dodgin' my attacks, I still had fun!" The Ambipom smiled.

    The Charizard looked down at his hands—at himself: The belly, the fingers, the tail…Even the wings too made him wince in disgust. Tears welled up, clouding his vision.

    Why?

    Swifty tilted her head. "Is somethin' wrong?"

    "Tch!" Noctis gritted his teeth, smacking Swifty's hand away.

    The Ambipom yelped. "What was that for!?" The Charizard didn't answer, flying towards the exit while groaning, tears falling behind. Travis and Yvonne eyed the lizard from their seats, sorrow spreading across. The Ambipom rubbed her hand, glaring. "Jerk…"

    . . .

    Tapping. No sounds.

    Tapping again…Still no sounds.

    "Noctis? I want to talk." Travis lowered his ears, tapping the dragon's door yet again. This time, he heard something: Weeped, whined, and whimpered. The Lucario turned towards the young scientist, looking up and sighing. "Can you help me talk with him? Please…?"

    Yvonne adjusted his brown coat, nodding. The man knocked next. "Noctis? Travis and I would like to talk to you. Please, we want to know what's wrong."

    Once the weeping faded, a 'click' ushered into existence before the door opened: A tall Charizard stood before them, fresh tears sliding down his cheeks. His lips shook.

    "Come in…" The lizard walked over to his bed, the two following him. The bed shrieked Noctis' weight, the dragon snarling. He punched his bed, tears flooding. "SHUT UP!"

    Travis and Yvonne lifted their arms up.

    "Calm down," Yvonne said, sitting beside the Charizard afterwards. "Tell me, what's wrong?"

    Noctis sniffled, Travis sitting on the other side. "Everything is wrong with me." He looked at his hands. "My hands," then his wings. "My wings," his belly. "This stupid fucking round belly here," and lastly: himself. "The overall heaviness of my body. Just…everything feels so shit."

    Yvonne patted Noctis' back. "That's okay. It's normal to feel weirded out upon evolving. Travis went through a similar case, too."

    Noctis gritted his teeth, smacking Yvonne's arm away. "No, you don't get it: I can never get used to this new body! I hate everything about it. From how sluggish I move to how heavy I feel. It sucks…" Whimpered. "It absolutely sucks. I…" His teeth clenched. "I wished I never evolved in the first damn place!" Noctis covered his face, tears landing on his legs.

    Yvonne and Travis eyed each other before the two hugged the lizard, the latter being mindful of his chest spike. Travis gazed off, caressing Noctis' back. "I'm…sorry, Noctis. I feel like it's my fault for telling you about my aura senses. It's what led you to evolve."

    Yvonne shook his head. "Travis, don't blame yourself over this."

    The Lucario squinted. "No. I was prompting him to evolve, and then he did during that same day. I…take full blame for this." Yvonne stared at his friends, the distress and melancholy spreading like a disease.

    Noctis… The man groped his shirt, his glasses tilting. The three continued in the huddle, Noctis keeping his face hidden.

    . . .

    Noctis exhales, opening his eyes while staring at the ceiling. "From there, history writes itself: Yvonne doing a ton of research on Transvians, dedicated to turning myself into one so badly." Waving his hand around, Noctis shakes his head. "And then the lab incident happened and such." He glares at the fox. "You know the rest."

    Ramon lowers his ears. "Oh…" He holds his paws together. "I'm…sorry that you have to carry the burden of evolution. Truly."

    Noctis sighs. "It's whatevs. It happened, my close friend is dead because of it, and now I just have to deal with it." He glares at his Charmeleon self on the portrait, tapping his leg. His hands then sit behind his head, gazing up at the ceiling again. "Life and its circus act, am I right?" Ramon blinks, twiddling with his claws. Noctis rolls his eyes. "That's rhetorical. You don't need to answer."

    "O-Oh…"

    Silence.

    Perhaps an awkward one between them.

    The Zoroark strokes his arm while the Charizard waves his feet up and down in boredom.

    "By the way, I was supposed to call Travis if I were to see you in person. That's why your name is familiar," Noctis says.

    Ramon's fur stands up, his lips quivering. "Wh-What!?"

    Noctis waves his hand. "Don't worry yourself, kid. I won't tell him since I don't believe that crap about you being the cause." He turns. "He's been overreacting like crazy since Xander's death, believing you destroyed the facility since the news rumored of a lone survivor being in there."

    Ramon stares off. "Ri-Right…"

    Noctis shakes his head. "I guess it could be plausible that you caused the incident, but like: Why the hell would you remain in the building you've destroyed?"

    Ramon jumps forward, snapping his claws. "I know, right!? I couldn't wrap my head around that logic when he thinks I'm lying!"

    The Charizard quirks his brow. "Wait, did he ACTUALLY assume you were purposefully staying at the Prospective Institute?"

    "Yes."

    Noctis rams his face against his hand. "What an idiot, man." Sighs. "I'll put some sense into him about this petty revenge crap he's doing." His fist bangs his chest. "You have my word."

    Ramon nods meekly. "Th-Thanks, Noctis. It…It um…" He sniffles, tears crawling up.

    "Eh?" Noctis then widens his eyes from the Zoroark's sudden hug, the fox weeping on him. "Whoa!"

    "I-It…means a lot to me that someone who's aware of the incident doesn't think I'm the cause." Ramon clenches his teeth, tears dripping down.

    Noctis stares, his hand shaking while he pats the fox's head. "It's, uh, no problem, kid."

    Ramon blinks for a moment, backing away. "S-Sorry about that!" He wipes away the tears. "I just…needed that release after all I've been through."

    "I'd imagine." Noctis grabs the remote on the table. "Wanna watch some movies or something?"

    "Um." Ramon taps his chin, lips sealed. "...Yeah. I would want that, actually. I…need something to relax for once." His claws poke each other.

    The Charizard clicks a button, snickering. "I feel ya." The two look at the TV: An Eldegoss dancing to a crowd of Leafeons admiring their movements while hazy vocals play. Noctis scrunches his face. "What the fuck?"

    Ramon snorts. "Looks like we're in the middle of some, uh—" his head tilts. "Interesting film or something?"

    "Nah, this is some weird ass music video. Changing this right now." Noctis hits another button as Ramon sighs, succumbing to tranquility.

    . . .

    Silence.

    Everyone in the PC room is: Delia resting on her son's arm, Merlin stares at Ada while stroking his staff, X glances out of the window while his arms fold, Serene and Ethan stick close together as the Leafeon pats her brother's back.

    Justin and Ada remain in their retrospective beds along with the other four: Quiet and still, their eyes shut.

    "Ngh…" Justin groans.

    "Ugh…" Ada groans.

    The five perk up, eyeing the teens. The two open their eyes, moving forward sluggishly.

    "Where…are we?" Ada asks.

    "ADA!" Merlin shouts before he, Serene, and Ethan hug her.

    The girl yelps. "Huh!?"

    Justin blinks in confusion. "What's going o—WHOA!" a hug latches from his mother and X, the two teens eyeing everyone as a whole. Tears immediately rise up, the two trembling, their lips lifting.

    "Oh my god, Justin!" Delia exclaims, crying on the boy's chest. "I'm so, so happy to see you again!"

    "We miss you two so much, Ada!" Merlin says, tears streaming down his cheeks.

    Justin and Ada's lips quiver, the two embracing the hug, nuzzling everyone.

    "I'm happy to see you all again, too!" Ada says.

    "S-Same here, fam!" Justin follows.

    Tears of joy exchanges between them, everyone wailing and crying in the biggest relief of their lives.

    Happy Pride Month, everyone! nwn
     
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    Chapter 49.
  • Sonic Ramon

    Pokémon Trainer
    Pronouns
    He/Him/His
    Chapter 49: A Proper Reunion.

    Delia, X, Merlin, Serene, and Ethan eye the unconscious individuals, bewilderment spreading across. X sits on the boy's lap while Merlin, Serene, and Ethan sit on the edge of Ada's bed, Delia resting on the stool close to Justin.

    "I…wasn't aware of so much happening to you two since our separation." Delia smiles, caressing her chin. "You've even met some new friends along the way!"

    Justin nods. "Yep! I feel like y'all will like them, too: They're a blast to hang with." The boy sets his hand beside his lips, leaning forward. "Except for Sylock, though. He's my least favorite," he whispers. "Don't tell him that I said that."

    Delia gasps, punching her son's shoulder softly. "Justin! That's not a very nice thing to say."

    The teen chuckles. "I'm kidding, I'm kidding. He's cool, too." He rubs his nose. "Although, he can be scary at times."

    X tilts his head. "'Scary'?"

    The boy scratches his head, laughing in a nervous manner. "You'll see what I mean."

    X and Merlin's face warp, squinting. That doesn't sound like a good sign, they think.

    Ada sighs, her hand against her gray shirt. "It's just…great to see you all again after everything we've been through." She strokes her cover. "We've encountered all sorts of dangers along the way, including the culprit group themselves: Team Conjure…"

    Merlin gropes his staff as X frowns, folding his arms. "So that's who those weird outfit wearing guys are."

    "Mhm. We ran into them about three more times since," Ada looks over at Mesmeren. "The first was when we were saving Mesmeren at Avalon Forest." Everyone briefly eyes the tapir as Ada continues. "Second was at Majestic City solving its city issues, and then the third time was at Serenity during a raid." Ada caresses her chin, glaring down. "Both of those cases involved the group obtaining Spells and getting away with it."

    Ethan quakes as Serene's ears lower. "Yeesh. That doesn't sound good."

    X grits his teeth. "That means they stole the Spell from that Forest guy."

    "They did indeed, X." Ada blinks. "Wait, he told you guys what Spells are?"

    Merlin pounces up. "Of course! He noticed that I was snooping through his The Birth of Wizlore book and saw the Spell pages, happily explaining what they are to us afterwards."

    "Ah, I see then." Hums. "Hmm…" Ada narrows her brows. "I'm curious: Why does Conjure want to obtain all eight of the Spells?" The girl shakes her head. "And where does catching Mesmeren even play a role in this?"

    "Hmm…" Merlin taps his staff. "Those are pretty good questions."

    Justin snaps his fingers. "Ayo, that reminds me: I remember seeing a girl throwing the mayor of Synchronic while holding a book. Think it looked pink, too."

    Delia's hand presses her lips. "You saw what happened to Mayor Herbert?"

    Justin nods. "Vaguely, though. All of those…fires made it difficult to see what was happening."

    "I see." The woman's face warps into worries. "That explains why I haven't seen him since the incident."

    "Yeah. Homie's gone." Justin sighs, scratching the side of his head. "But yeah, bout that pink book: I wonder if that's a Spell, yo."

    Squinting, Ada's hand sits beneath her chin. "It has to be." She eyes Justin. "Team Conjure wouldn't go this far if it weren't for the book the mysterious girl was holding." Nods. "I believe Herbert was a Spell Guardian, too."

    Justin folds his arms. "Wouldn't surprise me, fam." His eyes close. "Always thought Herbert was the secretive type, to be honest. Hardly saying hi to his people and everything." His head shakes. "Weird man."

    "Weird is an understatement, Justin." Serene glances off, sweat drips. "I saw him one time sniffing a Florges' flower before saying 'Vanilla'."

    "I-I saw that too wh-while at the house!" Ethan's face warps, his lips quivering. "Wh-What was that about?"

    Serene's vines pop out, shrugging. "No idea."

    Ada blinks. "Yeah…He really was the mayor of all time, alright."

    The Leafeon lowers her ears, sighing. "No kidding."

    "So…" The teen caresses her chin. "I'm wondering: What kind of Spell did Conjure take from Herbert? We already know about Forest's Transmutation Spell."

    Justin lifts his finger. "And then the other one at Cash Course where we heard Nickel talking to someone from Conjure about it." He rubs his chin. "Think it was the Emotion Spell?"

    Ada snaps her fingers. "Yes, it was."

    X tilts his head, eyeing up the boy. "Cash Course? Nickel? The heck are you guys on about?"

    Delia gasps. "Wait, Mayor Nickel was conspiring with Team Conjure?"

    "Yes." Ada sighs, eyeing X. "And uh, Cash Course is a criminal organization designed to earn Nickel as much money as possible. It tied with the crime rate issues going on in Majestic City, and led to poverty being worse than usual."

    "Huh…" X nudges his chin. "I see, then."

    Ada points at herself and Justin. "Thankfully Justin, Clinton, Ramon, and I managed to stop Nickel and his schemes, bringing peace to that city." She quirks her brow. "We didn't get celebrated for our accomplishments though, which is weird."

    "That is weird when it involves hindering a whole city. Especially with crime issues getting…bad." X trails off, images of his mother hugging him while he's crying spawn into his mind. The weasel strokes his arm. It reminds me of that time. I— the images persist. I'm trying to remember it, but—

    "I'm surprised you weren't aware of Majestic City's issues. Didn't you go there like mom, Merlin, and Serene did?" Justin says, eyeing down at the Buizel.

    X blinks. "Hmm?" He shakes his head. "Nah, Ethan and I went through Avalon Forest and reached Serenity first."

    Ethan shudders. "A-After many…many fights with some Nativus."

    X glares at the Flareon. "And you kept screaming while I told you to RUN."

    "EEK!" Ethan nuzzles Serene, shielding beneath her cloak. "O-Once again, sorry!"

    The Buizel sighs, waving his paw. "No worries. It happens." He then smirks at Justin and Ada. "See? You two ain't the only ones going through crazy travels."

    The two teens snort, Justin smirking back. "Sounds about right."

    Merlin interjects, "But anyways: What if the Spell at Majestic was Teleportation and not Emotion?" His head tilts. "Could even be Illusion. Perhaps Time?" Shrugs. "Admittedly, Forest couldn't show us what these Spells look like because—"

    "Coffee stains were all over the Spell pages?" Ada finishes.

    Merlin points at her. "Yes, correct."

    "Sounds about right." She shakes her head. "The only Spells we know are Transmutation and Emotion: The former looks red while the latter looks rainbow-like."

    Justin tilts his head. "So wait, the rainbow book we saw that Jester fart took is the Emotion Spell?"

    Ada nods. "Positive. I see no other thing Nickel was talking about when discussing his deal with Conjure."

    "Makes sense."

    The girl blinks. "You…agree with me?"

    The boy blinks back. "...I wasn't supposed to?"

    Ada shakes her head and hands. "No no, I mean. Cool that you agree with me there, but I genuinely didn't expect it considering our headbutts before."

    "Dude." Justin bursts into laughter. "Look, I may not agree with you MOST of the time. But there are those tiny, tiny times where I think you're in the right for once." He grins. "This is one of those times."

    Ada huffs. "Oh hush you."

    Justin lifts his arms up, shaking his head. "Cut me some slack, fam!"

    Everyone laughs at the two banters, smiles spreading across.

    X then says, "Wait, who's Jester? And is his last name really 'fart'?"

    Justin slams his hands down. "Bruh, I WISHED that was his last name. Would make it really easy to poke fun of that clown." He snorts. "But anywho, he's the commander of Team Conjure or whatevs. He has voice cracks issues and thinks he's all that when his Magic move is literally named 'Pixie Flush'."

    "Pi…Pixie Flush?" X chuckles. "Dude, how can someone think of a worse Magic name than Enchantment Claws!?"

    "Ayo, that's what I said!"

    The two laugh as Ada pouts. "I'm RIGHT here, you know?"

    The two boys eye Ada, X covering his muzzles during snickering. "Our bad, fam," Justin says.

    Soon, silence takes over: The group either staring at each other, the ceilings, or the floor. Serene pokes her vines together while Ethan sighs, Merlin twirling his brown staff. X strokes his arm, looking away. He shakes his head, gazing down.

    "H-Hey, um—" Justin and Ada look at the Buizel, the orange weasel shrugging. "I'm…sorry."

    "Hmm?" the two say.

    "...For hurting Ramon." Sighing, X stares off into guilt. "I thought he was holding you two hostage with those shadows—the scary look in his eyes and everything." He looks at the teens, shaking his head. "I was really worried about you two after not seeing you for a while."

    "I see." Ada nods. "It's alrig—" her and Justin gasp. "Wait, where's Ramon!?"

    Justin looks around. "I ain't seeing him around, either. Shit, we gotta go find him." Justin and Ada move forward, a jolt of agony piercing them as they whimper. "Crap!"

    Both wrap their arms around themselves, gnashing their teeth. Delia pats Justin's shoulder as the other three usher to Ada's aid, X eyeing at the boy with concerns.

    "You two need to relax," Delia says. "The medics recently extracted the Weakener out of you. You can't move right now."

    The teens pout. "But we need to see him, yo! I don't know if he's aight!"

    "Yes…" Ada holds her hands together, pressing them to her chest. "I hope nothing bad happens to him."

    Serene lifts her paw. "Ramon's at Noctis' house. He wanted to stay with him, for some reason."

    Justin and Ada flinch. "Noctis?" the two say, frowning.

    Serene tilts her head. "Yes?"

    The teens eye each other, nodding before moving.

    "We got to go. Now." Ada grunts, moving pausing.

    X tilts his head, sliding off of Justin to sit on the bed. "Why?"

    "In case Noctis harms him, dawg." Justin grits his teeth and grunts, stopping.

    "Huh?" Merlin adjusts his hat. "Why would Noctis hurt Ramon?"

    Ada glares at the teen. "He's a friend of someone named Travis, who tried to kill Ramon over the Prospective Institute incident."

    X shakes his head. "Whoa whoa whoa, wait wait. I'm lost here: Prospective Institute? The destroyed facility Merlin saw from the newspaper?"

    "Yes."

    The Buizel tilts his head. "And apparently this Ramon guy has something to do with it and that's why he wants Ramon dead?"

    "Yep, fam."

    X's maw drops, eyeing everyone else: They all shrug and raise their brows with the same confusion. "I—" X taps his head. "What's going on?"

    Ada and Justin look at each other for a brief moment, sighing. They close their eyes, taking deep breaths, before opening them.

    Ada smacks her hands together. "Okay. There's a lot to unpack here so…strap in."

    Ada and Justin go over the Prospective Institute situation: How Ramon escapes the abandoned facility, how Travis is this Lucario who's willing to kill him for Dr. Yvonne's death, how Ramon doesn't even remember causing the scientist's death, how Project Transvian is formed because of Noctis regretting his evolution, and so much more. The five gaze at each other from such rigorous information, horror plastering.

    "Oh dear…" Delia's hand nudges her lips. "That's…a lot to take in."

    Justin folds his arms. "It's some crazy shit aight, fam."

    Merlin frowns, stroking his staff. "My sympathies for this Travis guy, but he shouldn't harm Ramon over this."

    X and Serene nod. "Yeah. The guy sounds like a prick for assuming an amnesiac would remain there after destroying the building." The Buizel shakes his head. "What kind of logic is that, anyways?"

    Ada throws her arms up. "I know, right!?"

    "That's why Ada and I do our best to help him because the Ramon we know now ain't the Ramon that Travis bozo is describing." Justin sighs.

    Ada nods. "Agreed: He means you no harm, everyone." Sighs. "I feel like he couldn't even hurt a Joltik, for instance."

    X scratches the back of his head nervously. "I…can confirm that claim: He hasn't attacked me at all during our fight."

    "I see." Ada folds her arms. "About Noctis though, how did you all meet him? And—" she whimpers. "Is he going to hurt Ramon?"

    Delia holds her hands together. "We were roaming around Glory Pride City with nowhere to live. And then some criminals attacked us during a crime scene at the city's square." She sighs in relief. "Luckily, Noctis was there to save us." The woman taps her chin, eyeing up. "Maybe that explains what that crook earlier said about getting payback on Noctis."

    "Eh?" Justin and Ada say in perplexion.

    Delia shakes her head. "Earlier, we were fighting against some crooks trashing Noctis' place and almost killing those two." She points at Serene and Ethan, the Flareon trembling beneath the cloak. "If it weren't for Kellie and their Roserade friend saving us, we would've been in a lot more trouble. Possibly dead, too."

    The teens clench their teeth, stroking their sheets.

    "Yikes." Justin shrugs.

    "I…guessed you all have been through a lot since our unconsciousness," Ada concludes.

    "Yeah." Delia nods. "Back to how we met Noctis, I asked him if we could stay at his place and he said yes." She clasps her hands together, smiling. "So to answer your question earlier: I'm sure Noctis wouldn't hurt Ramon since even if he knows about his origin." Delia then frowns. "From what you two are telling us, Noctis sounds more reasonable compared to his revenge hungry Travis friend."

    "Tell me about it," Justin and Ada say, sighing.

    Ada nods. "Regardless, that's a relief to hear that Noctis won't harm him."

    "Yeah, Mom." Justin smiles. "Thanks."

    The woman nods. "Mhm." She then leans forward, poking her fingers together. "Sooo, have you two been mingling more since our separation?" Smug writes all over Delia's face as the two teens blush, shaking their heads.

    "Wh-What!? Nah, man!"

    Ada waves her hands. "Absolutely NOT!" She folds her arms. "Wh-Why does everyone insist that he and I have a thing for each other?"

    Delia giggles, the others following suit. "Because it's funny and cute to see you two's reactions."

    X raises his paw. "Besides, there's some truth to it, too!" Snickers.

    Ada reddens further. "W-Well what about you and Serene!? CLEARLY there's something going on between you two with the amount of times you like to mess with her!" she scoffs.

    Serene and X casually look at each other: Blank gazes. And then a head shake follows.

    "Nope: She's not my type."

    "I agreed." Serene lifts her vine, closing her eyes. "I'm not into guys."

    X quirks his brow. "That's not how you acted earlier when I was hurt: You legit hug me and everything, dude."

    The Leafeon rolls her eyes. "X, that's because you're my friend. Of course I'll be worried sick enough to hug you like any friend would after seeing them get hurt!"

    "Ah." X caresses his muzzle. "Fair point."

    Merlin chimes in, "Wait, you're not into guys, Serene?" The Leafeon nods, the boy gasping. "Oooh. That explains why you were eyeing that Alice girl at the village before."

    Ada points at Merlin. "You mean the Mienshao that owns that cosmetic shop?"

    "Mhm."

    "Sweet! She sometimes has a human friend with her who's, um, admittedly cute." Ada giggles behind her hand, blushing. "I think her name was Romilda. She's pretty talkative compared to Alice."

    "Y-Yeah." Serene blushes as well, looking away. "I-I hope Alice's doing okay. And Romilda, too." She sighs. "I got my nail file thanks to them."

    X smirks. "Well at least that explains your obsession with sharpening your toenails."

    Serene snaps a glare at X, reddening further. "Shhh."

    Justin sighs. "Honestly fam: I hope everyone from the village is alright."

    Delia folds her arms. "It's tough times for us all, yeah." Smiles. "All we can do is hope for the best as we keep moving forward."

    "Yeah..."

    Silence rises for a brief moment. Until…

    "U-Ugh…" Mesmeren groans along with the other four, shifting around.

    Everyone eyes them, the five opening their eyes and lifting forward. Courtney caresses her head, sighing.

    "Man, that damn Weakener knocked my ass out good…" The Lopunny blinks, eyeing Delia and the others. She squints. "Um, who are y'all?" Sylock glares as well, attempting to get up before groaning. Courtney looks at him, sighing. "Don't strain yerself, Sy."

    Sylock gasps. "Wait, where's our—" he grunts. "Swords!?"

    "Ah shoot, you're right. Where are…" The rabbit looks to the side: Her familiar silver sword sitting beside her bed. "Okay, I found my sword. Whereabout yours'?" Sylock looks beside his bed: Same ordeal. He sighs, lifting his thumb. Courtney sighs as well. "Good to know."

    Mesmeren looks to her side: Her lips quivering, her body trembling. "O-Oh no…" She covers herself. "People. E-Everywhere…"

    X looks to his left, raising his brow. "Uh?"

    The Drowzee whines. "Wh-Where's Ramon? Is he okay!?"

    Ethan shivers, snuggling close to Serene. "MEEP!"

    Ada looks over at the tapir, then at the canine—then back to the tapir. Her hand lifts. "Relax, you two. Everything's fine." Nods. "Ramon's at Noctis' home safe and sound."

    "N-Noctis? You mean—" Mesmeren warps into anxiousness, feeling as though her eyes are shrinking. "T-The guy Travis wanted to avenge!?"

    "What the Binnacle!?" Coleo exclaims, everyone eyeing Ada.

    Ada blinks rapidly. "Oookay then." She stares off. "I…see that things are starting to get a little chaotic."

    "Aight." Justin slaps his hands together. "Nutshell version: Noctis' harmless, Travis' an ass, and the institute incident wasn't caused by a fox with no memories. Y'all got that?"

    The confused five blink: Silence exchanging between them. The Lopunny shakes her head, rubbing her forehead. "Gotcha, then. I'll take your word about this Noctis guy being harmless. I'm just…exhausted, ya know?"

    Justin's hands collapse, the boy groaning. "Aren't we all?"

    A quiet snort comes from Serene before the rest laugh, too. Everyone but Mesmeren, Ethan, and Sylock chuckles: The former two shake nonstop at so many individuals in front of them while the latter glares cautiously at the rest of Justin's friends.

    Ada sighs, her elbows resting. "So, uh, with that out of the way: Why don't you introduce yourselves to our old friends?" She eyes Courtney and co.

    Roan bounces up. "Oh certainly—OW!" He rubs his back, whimpering. "Ugh, I'm all hurt."

    "It's the effects of the Weakener." Serene laughs in an awkward manner. "I'd…suggest you don't jump around too much."

    The Axew nods. "Will do!" After he and the others introduce themselves, with Mesmeren and Sylock struggling to do so at first, Roan smiles. "A pleasure meeting you, Justin's mother and his friends!" He claps his hands together. "Oh this is pleasant! Very pleasant, alright!"

    "And why's that, lad?" Coleo asks.

    Roan waves his arms out, eyeing Justin and Ada. "These two finally met their goals at reuniting with their beloved friends and family at long last!" Squeals. "I'm so happy for them!"

    The teens look at Roan for a moment before eyeing their old friends, smiling. "Thanks, man. I'm happy to see our old buddies as wel—" Justin flinches, snapping his fingers. "Wait. Someone's missing."

    "Who?" Courtney tilts her head. "Ramon?"

    "Nah, fam. I'm talkin' bout someone who we knew for a long while." Justin frowns. "Terran."

    Ada looks down. "My…father isn't here, either." Her hand lays underneath her chin. "I wonder where he and Terran are." Gasps, a smile spreading across. "Perhaps they're at Noctis' house with Ramon, too?"

    Merlin looks down, shaking his head. "I only found Mrs. Phoenix and Serene before we met X and Ethan at Serenity." Sighs. "There…was no sign of Terran nor Mr. Cheng along our travels, unfortunately."

    Justin and Ada droop their eyes with melancholy. "Dang, that sucks man." The dark skin boy sighs, stroking his white shirt.

    Ada caresses her arm. "Very much so." She whimpers. "I…was hoping to see my father again." Sighing, she closes her eyes.

    Justin looks at her, lifting his thumb. "Hey, man: We'll find Mr. Cheng, sooner or later. Just like how we found our friends after traveling for so long." He smiles.

    Ada looks back. "I…" A small smile forms. "I suppose so. Yeah."

    Roan nods. "I believe in your reunion with your father, Ada ma'am!" His hands curl into fists. "Don't give up! As Justin stated, you two have found your friends. Maybe not all of them, but at the very least: You've found some!" Lifting his hands, he closes his eyes and smiles. "See it as an accomplished progress rather than a shameful burden!"

    Justin snaps his fingers at the Axew, his usual finger guns on display. "Now THAT'S the positivity I'm talking about, fam."

    The Axew giggles. "Thank my mentor for giving me some helpful advice during our travels."

    Ada's smile grows even further, nodding. "Yes, you two are right: That is a good way of seeing things. Thank you."

    The two smile back before Justin looks at X's eyes, the black scleras ringing around the orange irises.

    "Eh?"

    X looks around for a bit, lifting his brow. "...What?"

    "Your eyes, dawg: I don't remember them looking like that." Justin scratches the side of his head.

    Delia tilts her head. "Come to think of it, I've been meaning to ask you that too, X."

    "Same," Serene follows.

    "Oh." The Buizel shrugs. "I have no clue why they look different, too. It just…happens, I guess."

    "Hmm…" Ada caresses her chin. "Reminds me of Ramon's eyes looking like this, too."

    Courtney's hands rest on her hips. "Must be X using his Rune," she answers. "Similar to Ramon's case, come to think of it."

    Delia, X, Merlin, Serene, and Ethan all eye the rabbit. "What?" they say, perplexion everywhere.

    "Um, the heck is Rune?" X tilts his head.

    Courtney lifts her finger. "Glad that ya asked: It's this hidden power specific kinds of Pokémon have. By kinds, I mean those who are Intellicates or Transvians, the latter being extinct."

    "Oooh. Sounds kickass!" X smirks. "Didn't know Intellicates like me even have one."

    "Understandable: Most Intellicates go on with their lives without bein' aware of it."

    Merlin nods. "Interesting, interesting. Reminds me of the Sceptile Gym Leader I've mentioned using some kind of unknown power." He pouts. "I wasn't sure how to describe it exactly though since the newspapers are always gray colored…"

    X squints. "Hence why no one likes them," he mumbles.

    "Hey, I heard that!" The light skin boy puffs his cheeks. "Anyways, I think whatever power I saw her use on her opponent could be her Rune. Because it doesn't look like any sort of Grass nor Pokémon move at all."

    "Oh?" Courtney taps her chin. "Interesting. I guess she has that there Rune, maybe."

    Justin eyes the Buizel. "Man, I had a feeling he'd have it considering the eye color. But I had to ask, just in case."

    X taps his snout. "I did hear an unknown voice saying 'Dark Tendrils' while I was attacking Ramon. I even formed these tentacles as it happened." The Buizel shakes his head quickly. "Which by the way, again I'm sorry about doing that! Was only trying to help Justin and Ada…"

    Courtney waves her hand. "You're good: I appreciate the apology and honesty." Smiles. "And hearin' you say 'unknown voice' further confirms that you're using Rune. Since that's the very thing folks will hear when usin' Rune for the first time."

    X's eyes widen with glee. "COOOOL!" X hops up and down. "I've used something awesome this whole time, and I didn't know what it was until now!"

    "Heh." Courtney frowns. "Just be careful usin' it, though: You can die if you use it too much."

    X gnashes his teeth, shock spreading throughout. "Yeesh!" His head shakes. "Now that's NOT cool!"

    Justin snaps his fingers. "Yo, I just remember something: The History of Wizlore."

    X tilts his head. "What about it?"

    The boy frowns. "It involved my ancestor, Pauline Phoenix."

    "Oh yeah: Ethan, Serene, Merlin, Mrs. Phoenix, and I were at Forest listening to the whole backstory and everything, too!"

    Justin turns towards his mother, sternness painting him. "I've learned about her, Mom: How she ended The Dne War and saved Wizlore. Her and her partner, Vincent Silver, did." The boy forms a fist. "They were the ones who found this region, discovering Intellicates, Transvians, and most importantly: Magic type itself."

    Delia nods. "Yes. I was…shocked to learn about my distant ancestor, too." Her hand presses her chest. "Wasn't even aware of Pauline until Clinton told me about her."

    "I mean, we have been living our whole lives in one secluded village so…I get it." Justin scratches the back of his head. "Still feel bad that I didn't know about her, especially when she saved the whole region let alone the world too, man."

    Delia laughs softly. "I feel that, son."

    "Bette' late than neve', am I right buckos?" Coleo enlightens.

    Now Justin is the one laughing softly, he and Delia nodding at the Blipbug. "I guess you're right." Delia then gasps. "Oh! Which reminds me, Son…" Her finger lifts. "Let's walk to the Glory Pride's square together: There's something I wanted to show you."

    "Eh?" Justin raises his brow with intrigue. "What is it?"

    "It's a surprise, sweety. Your friends can join, too." Delia closes her eyes, smiling. "I think you'll like it."

    X grins. "Oh I know what you're talking about, Mrs. Phoenix: The sta—"

    "SHHH! Don't ruin the surprise now, Xexy," Delia says, her finger to her lips.

    The Buizel puts his paws up. "Alright alright! I'll keep my mouth shut!" Also, 'Xexy'? What.

    Justin blinks. "A…ight then." Shrugs. "We'll do it later though since I'm still recovering from this stupid Weakener." Justin pouts, his arms folding. "We…should be better by then, right?"

    Delia lays her finger to her chin, gazing up. "I believe so." Sighs. "The nurse didn't tell us when you'll be fully ready to leave. I should've asked that myself, whoops."

    Merlin glares. Were they THAT much in the rush to not tell us?

    "Regardless, she told us you, Ada, and the others have gotten the Weakener out of your systems. So I guess you'll have to rest for a bit until your bodies feel good, again."

    Justin nods. "Gotcha."

    . . .

    The sun settles itself, the rays of light barely lighting through the side windows. Everyone is looking at Justin and X, the two flailing their arms around in exaggeration.

    "So I said to this guy, 'Wanna Beedrill with me' and the dude looked at me with disturbance before outright saying 'Bro, I don't swing that way.'" X snorts, covering his stomach. "The interaction was priceless!"

    Delia gasps, snickering. "Oh that's so inappropriate, X!"

    Serene giggles, covering her maw with her paw. "Your antics never fails to amuse me, X."

    Merlin raises his hand. "I second that!"

    Justin chuckles. "Good bit, dude." He snaps his fingers. "Oh shoot, I just thought of a joke myself. Peep this: What do we use to turn the TV on? A Rotomote controller!"

    X slaps his knee. "No way you just said that, bro!"

    Mesmeren giggles to herself. "Can't believe that actually got me…" she says quietly, covering her maw.

    Everyone bursts into laughter except for Sylock, Ada, Ethan, and Coleo, the latter two tilting their heads while Ada shakes her head, smiling.

    "Oh Justin, that joke was really bad, but I'll let you slide there." The girl sighs.

    "I…don't get it, lad." Coleo quirks his brow.

    Sylock squints at the boy. Wow. He actually got the whole squad laughing here. Sighs. Unfortunate.

    Justin waves his hand, smirking. "I know, I know: My jokes are too much for you to Bewear."

    "STOP! MY LUNGS!" X wheezes, falling on the ground and hitting the floor. Serene squints at the Buizel, lifting her brow.

    "Oh the pun wasn't that funny, X," she says, rolling her eyes.

    Justin stretches his arms out, yawning. "Man, do I feel real energetic or what." He eyes his mother. "Actually, I think I'm ready to go." The boy wiggles his fingers. "I'm feeling all healed up and everything."

    "Same here," Ada follows.

    Courtney and Sylock nod. "We're right behind ya!"

    "I-I'm feeling better, too…" Mesmeren pokes her fingers together.

    Roan jumps up and down on his bed: Soaring pain lacking his presence. "Yep! I'm as good as good can be!" The Axew snickers.

    Coleo blinks. "What the lad said, argh."

    Delia stands, holding her hands together. "Then it settles!" She points towards the window at the buildings afar. "Next stop: Glory Pride's square!"

    Merlin lifts his finger, smiling. "Can't wait to admire the beautiful sky there."

    Serene perks up, her tail wagging. "Same!"

    "I'll let the nurses know that you seven are good to go." Delia walks towards the double-doors, everyone eyeing her with enthusiasm.

    . . .

    Everyone walks along the sidewalk, descending down a steep road. Buildings pass by the group, becoming bigger and bigger one after another. The Pikipeks soar into the orange sky, the sunrays depleting as the dark blues seep in.

    Merlin gasps. "Oh dear, we better hurry!" He points at the sky. "The sunset is about to end soon!" Streetlights turn on after he says that.

    Delia waves her hand, smiling. "No need to rush, Merlin. I'm sure the statues will still look gorgeous at night, too."

    "Hello!" Roan waves at a couple passing by, his attention soon turning towards four other individuals. "Hello!" he says once more, a Wooper waving back with her tail before moving forward. Roan then waves at a driven car, smiling.

    "So many people to say hi, too! And we haven't even gotten to the square yet!"

    Coleo looks down, being on top of Roan. "Aren't ye the energe'ic lad, eh?"

    The dragon giggles, covering his maw. "I just love people. Can't help myself."

    Mesmeren and Ethan shiver, shielding themselves while behind the group. The two bump into each other and yelp, straying away immediately.

    Courtney looks at them, smiling. "It'll be fine, y'all."

    Mesmeren caresses her arms, nodding. "O-Okay…" Serene pats Ethan's back with her vine, the Flareon shakiness decreasing.

    Everyone soon reaches the bottom, Delia folding her arms: Eyeing up.

    "We're here!"

    Justin, Ada, and the other five of their new friends widen their eyes. "Whoa…" they all say.

    Many shops and businesses circulate the square along with the roaming crowds. And in the middle of it all are two gray, giant statues: One is a woman with short hair, the other is a man with long hair—Both hold their hands out as if using an attack. The woman has a smile on her face, spreading her legs in confidence. Meanwhile the man simply frowns, his legs together in judgement. At the very bottom of the statues lies a few Pokémon being in their own heroic poses as well.

    Courtney smirks. "My golly, this looks awesome!" She points to the woman's smugness. "Loving the cocky pose Pauline is doing here!"

    Merlin's hand nudges his chest. "Personally more of a fan of Mr. Silver's menacing gaze." He spreads his arms out. "I can definitely sense that he was serious about saving the world."

    X points at Merlin. "Agreeing with the wizboy here: Vincent looks DOPE here."

    Roan raises his arms. "I think they both look awesome!"

    Sylock takes one good look at the statues before smirking, closing his eyes. The kid isn't lying. Whoever designed these statues did a really good job.

    "Man, this is what you wanted to show us?" Justin eyes Delia, who sticks her tongue out playfully for a moment.

    "Yep!" She closes her eyes, smiling. "Thought it'd be a pleasant surprise since I always wanted to see the statue of my ancestor."

    "I see. Forest did mention something about that when I asked him where you went." The boy smirks at the statues, folding his arms. "Welp, that book wasn't lying: There really were two statues of my ancestor and Silver built here."

    Ada nods. "Yeah, even after all these years."

    Delia caresses her arm. "I can't believe Pauline would do something this daunting after discovering this region, let alone sacrificing herself."

    "Yeah…" Justin scratches the back of his head. "Can't imagine myself in her shoes, fam: Being in charge of leading a whole resistance group against a deity." He looks at his mother. "She probably felt nervous during it, ya know?"

    Delia nods. "No doubt about it." The sun fully goes down, the dark blues taking over. The woman strokes her chest. "Let's…hope the world doesn't have to deal with Dne anymore."

    Merlin lays his hand beneath his chin. "Hmm…" The group looks at him.

    "What is it, fam?"

    "Team Conjure are out there collecting Spells." He stares at Justin and Ada. "If what Forest said is true, then…I'm afraid of the horrifying possibility Conjure can do when obtaining them all." His brows lower. "Including reviving Dne."

    The cheerful admiration has turned into dreadful silences: Serene and X eye each other with worries, Courtney and Sylock frown at the boy, Mesmeren and Ethan's shakiness return stronger than ever, and everyone is uneasy overall.

    Justin forms his fist, glaring off. "Yeah…"

    Ada forms her fist, looking away. "Agreed…"

    . . .

    Ramon looks behind him, staring at the front door while Noctis is laughing his butt off at the TV. Two words come to he and Nomar's mind:

    Gloria Falls.
     
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    Chapter 50.
  • Sonic Ramon

    Pokémon Trainer
    Pronouns
    He/Him/His
    Chapter 50: A Moment of Peace.

    "PFFFT, HAHAHAHA!"

    Noctis slaps his knee: His tongue rattling, his eyes bulging. The lizard gazes at a gray round cat slapping a round-headed blue cat. The Alolan Persian slaps back, growling. The Purugly caresses their face, growling back: The two glaring at each other. And then a full on fight breaks out!

    The Charizard covers his belly, wheezing. "Holy crap, this shit is so funny." He elbows Ramon, a single tear sliding down his cheek. "Slapsticks are the best kinds of comedy, eh?" The dragon blinks, his necklace shuffling. "Kid?"

    The Zoroark stares at the front door: Lips sealing, melancholy seeping. Noctis pokes his arm. "You alright?"

    Ramon gasps, shaking his head. "Y-Yeah, I'm fine. It's just…" Sighs. "There's a lot on my mind, Noctis." The fox turns around and curls, wrapping his arms around his legs while his ears droop.

    "Ah, about Travis wanting to kill you?"

    "...And the Prospective Institute in general: How it all leads to me." Ramon eyes his right paw, the scar mark screaming at him. "It all happened because of me."

    "Bullshit." Ramon keeps glancing at his palm, Noctis leaning close to him. "My god awful decision to evolve is what caused this. If there's anyone to truly blame, it's me." The Charizard snarls. "If I didn't evolve, Xander would've been alive and Travis wouldn't go on this stupid ass revenge hunt."

    "I—" the Zoroark sighs, forming a fist. "I don't know: I struggle to see it the more I think about it."

    Noctis shakes his head. "Kid, you yourself told me that you don't remember anything from the institute. Why are you blaming yourself over it? Hell, you felt relieved that I don't think you're the cause like Travis does."

    The Zoroark whimpers. "R-Right."

    "So quit with the self-blaming, alright?"

    Ramon slowly looks at the lizard. "Didn't you do that though? Blaming yourself for Yvonne's death and Travis' revenge?" Noctis snarls, the fox yelping away. "Eek!"

    The dragon then groans, folding his arms, closing his eyes. "Alright, you got me there kid." Lifts one eye open. "I just think my case's different." He gazes at the ceiling. "I don't know, like, I should've expected him to help a dumbass like myself, knowing full well he'd fight tooth and nail to help anyone. And look where he ended up…" Sighs. "Maybe I should've lost that title of The Flaming Vortex long before I evol—"

    "Please stop."

    Noctis lifts his brow. "Eh?"

    "You just told me to stop blaming myself over the incident, and now you're doing the same thing!" Ramon strokes his arm, staring off. "I don't care if your case is different: You still shouldn't bash yourself over something that's…possibly out of your control—our control." The fox whines. "I have no clue if you and I are at fault here, b-but regardless: Blaming ourselves isn't going to help."

    Noctis blinks, shifting in place. "...Well shit: Throughout my time living, I didn't expect myself to gain some common sense from a kid of all things."

    Ramon lowers his ears. "Sorry. I just…think it's best if we give ourselves the benefit of the doubt here. Again, going off from what you told me earlier." He rubs his head. "Which is kinda ironic since I was self-blaming first."

    "Heh, it happens. And I needed that pep talk, anyways." He sets his hand on top of Ramon's head. "I understand that all of this shit is stressing you out. Because it's stressing me out, too." Noctis smiles. "We'll figure this crap out, eventually."

    Ramon sighs, nodding. "Thank you…"

    DING DONG!

    The two eye the front door.

    "You go get it." Noctis slouches over the sofa, his hands behind his head. "I'm feelin' too lazy to get it."

    Ramon nods and stands, walking towards the door. He opens: Justin and Ada waving at him as 10 of their friends are behind them.

    "Hey Ramon," Ada says.

    "Doing alright, fam?" Justin smiles.

    Tears climb the Zoroark's eyelids, sniffling. Ramon hugs the teens, clenching his teeth. "I'm—" he whines, the teens hugging him back. "I'm really glad that you're okay!" Something tugs his leg, the fox looking down at Mesmeren hugging it. The teens smile along with Ramon and Mesmeren, tears rolling down the fox's cheeks. "I'm just…happy that all of you recovered from the Weakener."

    "Thanks, man…" Justin sighs. "It was really unbearable to go through. Ain't gonna give it to even my worst enemies."

    "Same here," Ada follows, keeping the hug going.

    Roan throws his arms up. "Group hug!" he proclaims, rushing forward.

    "Heck yeah," X follows, hugging the teens.

    "Meh. Why not?" Courtney says, pushing Sylock forward. "Let's get on in there!" The Lopunny engulfs the Blaziken and the others with her arms, Sylock blushing while clenching his teeth.

    D-Dammit, Courtney!

    Everyone else joins in before they all fall over, blinking. "...Pffft!" X snorts before going into full on laughter, everyone following along in unison. Mesmeren, Sylock, and Ethan quiver their lips, embarrassment flowing throughout.

    Coleo is on his back before chuckling himself. "Yee lads and lasses ar' goofy bilges!"

    The group looks ahead, a tall orange dragon stands before them. Noctis folds his arms, raising his brow. "Okay, I know about half of you here." He gazes at Coleo, then to Mesmeren, Courtney, Sylock, and Roan.

    "Hello there, sir!" Roan says, smiling.

    Ramon, being at the very bottom of the pile, chuckles in a nervous manner. "Right."

    . . .

    "Hmm…Gotcha."

    Noctis nods, sitting on the middle couch after getting to know everyone. The group rests on the sofas as well: Some on the right, some on the left—others with Noctis. Delia's apron is also hanging on the kitchen's wall, the woman holding her hands together while sitting beside Noctis.

    The dragon crosses his legs, staring at Justin and Ada next to Delia. "I get you two's situation. Along with Ramon and everyone else here."

    Ramon and Mesmeren poke their fingers together, nodding. "Y-Yeah," the two say, Mesmeren scooting close to the Zoroark: They're both on the center couch beside Noctis.

    Ada sighs, her shoulder nudging Justin's for a moment, staring at the ceiling. "I hope someday we'll find Terran and my father, too." Despondents. "They're the only two missing."

    Merlin tugs his staff, sitting on the left sofa. "I hope so, too." He nods. "But we have to rest first. We've been through a lot since the village incident."

    "Yeah, no cap." Justin groans, covering his face. "Almost died cuz of that Weakener, man. Shit's wack."

    Delia taps Justin's leg. "And I'm very proud to see you pull through it. It was…scary. Thinking my son will die from such a deadly ailment." Stroking his leg, Delia weeps. "I…don't want to imagine it."

    "You don't have to, Mom." The boy's hand rests on Delia's, frowning. "Cuz I'll never let that crap be inside of me again. Nor anyone else I care for."

    Delia nods before hugging Justin, the boy returning the favor. "That's good to know."

    Ada caresses her chin. "An ailment that can kill someone…" Squints. "The fact it's common for bad people to use is…nerve wracking."

    Mesmeren holds her hands together. "T-Tell me about it."

    "We…almos' died." Coleo glares down, being on top of Roan while the two are on the right couch. "I gues' Lycus is in some kin' of shady group since he got his hands on them."

    "Yeah." Courtney nods, sitting on the right couch beside Sylock. "Like Justin said: Let none of us get into that Weakener mess." She forms a fist. "Knowing from experience, it's somethin' I don't wish on anyone."

    "Very understandable," Merlin says, whimpering. "We saw you guys just…laying in bed. Almost motionless." Ethan shivers, curling up to his sister while on the left sofa.

    "M-Mhm…" The Flareon's ears lower.

    X stands up beside Serene. "Motionless is an understatement: You guys looked dead." Mesmeren and Ethan's eyes jolt towards the Buizel: Their teeth gnashing with dread. "Like, not even in a 'could be alive' way: Nah, you were very pale and just…not moving at all." Tears rise up. "It was scary. Real scary. Th-Thinking we'll finally get to see you guys again only to find you dea—"

    A vine lands on X's back, rubbing. "Relax, X." Serene whimpers. "We were all scared of that possibility, but thankfully: It didn't happen."

    "Yeah, man…" Justin sighs, staring off.

    Ada gazes at Mesmeren and Ethan: The two trembling and quaking, the former nibbling her fingers. "Say, how about we, uh, change the topic. Since we all agree that the Weakener is dangerous. Also—" she rubs her head. "It's scaring those two."

    Courtney nods. "Sounds like a good idea." She shifts her sheath. "Hmm…"

    Ramon tilts his head. "What is it?"

    "..." Courtney stares blankly. "I ain't got a clue on what to change the subject to."

    "Oh."

    Silence.

    Justin clasps his hands. "Aight: Chips. Let's talk about that."

    "What the—Are you seriously gonna make that the topic we move onto? Chips!?" Noctis scuffs. "Not even gonna ask me any questions about the Prospective Institute nor anything? Like you do realize who you're talking to, right?"

    "Uh."

    The Charizard points to himself. "Noctis? The guy who's the whole reason why Project Transvian was a thing? Hello?"

    "Hey man, that can be the next topic after this one. Trust me…" Justin frowns. "We absolutely have some questions over that, dude." After a few minutes of staring, Justin closes his eyes and smiles. "Right now though: Chips!" He snaps his fingers. "Crocalos: Nacho or Ranch flavor?"

    "Tch." Noctis folds his arms. "Ranch. Not a huge fan of Nacho."

    "What the hell is wrong with you?"

    X lifts his paw. "No no, he's onto something here."

    Justin glances at the weasel. "Excuse me? Ranch doesn't keep the cheesy flavor going and going like Nacho does!"

    "I mean yeah, but like Ranch can have this sweetness to it that Nacho lacks." X chuckles in an awkward manner. "So I get his taste here."

    Noctis lifts his claw, smirking. "For once, your taste isn't crap, X."

    "Ok Mixturing Moves Hater."

    "I see nothing wrong with that insult."

    Justin pouts before eyeing Merlin, Serene, and Ethan. "Hey man, you think Crocalos' Nacho is good, right?"

    "Absolutely!" Merlin states.

    "Not for me," Serene says.

    "I…hardly e-eat chips." Ethan tucks his head.

    Justin points to Merlin. "Yay." Then to Serene. "Nay." Then to Ethan. "..." AND then to Courtney and co. on the right. "Ayo: Nacho's better than Ranch, am I right?"

    Noctis quirks his brow. "You're really going to die on a hill over chips, huh."

    "I'm trynna prove a point by not letting Nacho's name go down in vein, dang it!"

    Delia giggles as Courtney shrugs. "I mean, they're fine?"

    "FINE!?" Justin shakes his head. "Sylock, you're a big fan of Nachos, right bu—"

    "Not interested," he signs, looking away.

    "I…K then."

    Roan lifts his finger. "Fear not, Justin sir! As for I—" Justin gasps, awaiting the Axew's answer. "Have not tried those chips at all!"

    The boy rams his face into the couch momentarily. "Bro, why would you say it like you did try them, then!?"

    "Oh." Roan tilts his head, being mindful of Coleo. "Perhaps I shouldn't always present my sentences in that manner."

    "Ya don't say." He squints at the Blipbug. "Oh Coleo! What abou—"

    "How shoul' I know? I was stuck at a cabin throughout me life."

    "Oh. Right." Justin turns towards Delia, tears raining down his cheeks in a melodramatic manner. "Mom. Mommy. MOMMAAAAAAA!"

    The woman moves her bangs to the side. "I'm…right here, Son."

    Justin slowly points at the Charizard. "Tell this mean man that he's wrong, and you think Nacho's better."

    Noctis rolls his eyes. "Oh cope harder, kid. Using your mother to disprove my preference."

    Serene eyes her toeclaws, deadpanned. "Not the first time he's done that." She looks at Noctis. "He once got Mrs. Phoenix in a discussion over pineapple pizza and how wrong I am for preferring it."

    Noctis blinks. "Really?"

    Delia lifts her finger. "It's true, and I have to agree with him there."

    "...Okay, fair point: I'm suspicious of anyone that prefers pineapples on pizzas." Noctis huffs, folding his arms.

    Justin throws his hands forward. "At LEAST you have some common sense there!"

    Noctis quirks his brow. "I always thought despising pineapple pizza is common sense: It's horrid."

    "Second here: Pineapple pizza is BLAGH!" X rubs his tongue, shaking his head. "Can't STAND the sweetness on my cheese bread, dude!"

    "Pineapple on pizza?" Coleo tilts his head. "What the Binacle?"

    Serene sighs, rolling her eyes. "It's really not that bad, guys."

    "Doubt," Delia, Justin, X, and Noctis say at once.

    Justin's mother lays a hand on her chin. "Back to the chips though, hmm…" Smiles. "Well I think Nacho and Ranch flavors are both neat!"

    "Argh!" Justin strokes his head, lowering it. "The Crocalos Nacho's name is in shambles cuz of this. Thanks, everyone."

    Everyone laughs nervously, Merlin scratching the back of his head. "You're…welcome?"

    Ada, Ramon, and Mesmeren gaze at the boy, convoluted beyond belief. He didn't even ask us… they think.

    The Charizard snorts. "Oh my god: You actually are coping hard over this." He covers his belly, kicking the air. "What a baby!"

    Sylock glares. Says the man who's kicking the air while laughing like a kid would.

    Noctis wipes away a single tear, smirking. "I needed that laugh. Thanks."

    Justin folds his arms, huffing. "Hmph! Nacho's clears, and I refuse to believe otherwise."

    "Sure."

    "So, um…" Ada clears her throat, glancing at the Charizard. "Is it true that you wouldn't hurt Ramon? Even after knowing you're, uh…the Noctis Travis was talking about."

    Noctis and Ramon look at each other for a moment before Noctis nods. "Yeah, I wouldn't. Because I don't believe he's the cause of the incident."

    "Oh?"

    The Charizard waves his hand around. "Granted, I don't have any evidence to believe he's not the cause. But judging by the way he acts and hearing his side of the story: Travis' petty revenge towards him makes less sense now."

    Mesmeren pokes her fingers together. "A-At least that settles our worries, then…"

    "Indeed."

    Delia pokes her chin. "That reminds me: What's with the whole 'Flaming Vortex' situation? Why were you being so secretive about it?"

    Noctis stares off, sighing. "It…relates to why Project Transvian was formed." Grunts. "I might as well tell you all about it." The Charizard explains: From when he was the reigning champion of the All Star Tournament to his popularity downfalling along with evolution being his biggest regret.

    X lowers his head, shifting in place. "Jeez…That explains why those crooks trashed your home."

    "Yeah…" Delia's hand presses her chest. "Sorry to hear about your regret, Noctis."

    Noctis sighs. "It's fine. It is what it is—" he glances at the woman. "I doubt I'll get my Charmeleon form back now that I'm this big, disgusting ass Charizard."

    "H-Hey now, didn't we talk about this? About belittling yourself?" Ramon says, lowering his ears. "It doesn't help your situation…"

    "Yeah yeah, I know." Noctis rubs his forehead. "I can't stop myself from saying those things, sometimes." Frowns. "I'll…work on bashing myself less, for sure."

    "Thank you."

    Mesmeren looks down, her ears lowering. Ba-Bashing yourself less…

    Ada digs in her jacket, pulling out Dr. Yvonne's journal. "By the way, has Ramon ever told you about the scientist's journal?"

    "Yeah. He said he found it at the facility."

    Ramon sighs, eyeing down. "I was hoping it'll help me recover my memory, but…I guess not."

    "Hoping you'll find that answer soon, kid." Noctis nods, eyeing the journal.

    "Thanks." The fox perks up. "Say, how about you keep it?"

    Noctis blinks, shaking his head. "What?"

    "Since Dr. Yvonne was a close friend of yours', it'll be best if you keep his journal." Ramon goes over to grab the journal, presenting it to the dragon. "I…feel like at this point, I don't have any use for it. Plus there's some cool things Yvonne made that might interest you." Smiles. "So take it: It'll be your way of honoring your friend."

    Ada nods. "Yeah, I think it's for the best, too."

    Noctis sighs. "But what about your past? Aren't you still trying to figure that out?"

    The fox stares off in silence for a moment. "Y-Yeah." He pushes the journal forward. "But like you've told me earlier: We'll figure it out eventually."

    "...Okay." Noctis takes the journal. "Thank you, Ramon. I…honestly appreciate it."

    The Zoroark smiles, his eyes closing. "No problem."

    Noctis stretches his arms, yawning before grabbing the broken portrait on his table. "Welp—" Standing, he points at the window: The full moon shining through. "It's getting late now. So I'mma go kick the shit out of this hay. Goodnight."

    Mesmeren flinches. "Wh-Why did you have to say it like that!?"

    "She has a point…" Ethan mumbles, shivering.

    Noctis snorts. "It's a figure of speech. Don't think too hard about it, alright?" He walks towards the hallway.

    X lifts his paw. "But…But that's not how that phrase wo—" Noctis closes his bedroom door. "Annnnd he's gone."

    Delia giggles. "He's quite the forward fella, huh?"

    "Hmph, sure is." Justin folds his arms. "The only thing forward about him is his Noctistical behavior."

    "Noctistical…" Ada facepalms. "Oh my god."

    Delia punches her son's shoulder playfully as he, X, Courtney, Merlin, and Roan laugh, the others smiling. "Oh hush, Justin."

    Sylock scratches the side of his head, deadpanned. Please.

    Ramon snickers softly, covering his maw before sitting beside Mesmeren again. "We should probably get some sleep, too."

    Coleo yawns. "Argh, ye're right. Feelin' ver' sleepy, meself." The Blipbug wastes no time sleeping on Roan's head, curling himself.

    Roan gives a thumbs-up, leaning on the sofa. "Goodnight, everyone!" He sleeps, everyone else following suit.

    . . .

    He's back, surrounded in the familiar grassy field he keeps dreaming of. With the familiar blue tufted Zorua in front of him: Nomar.

    Everything is the same.

    Except…for the sky: The dark red takes over the usual bright blue, leading the atmosphere to feel void—Uneasy, even. The two stare up: Lips unmoving, the wind blowing Ramon's hair. Silence persists between them as they stare. And stare…

    "We're close, Ramon," Nomar says with little warning. The Zoroark eyes him. "We're very close to reuniting with each other." Nomar smiles. "Just us two…In person…" A frown follows. "Only then, we can finally ditch those 'friends'."

    Ramon glances, bawling his fist. "Hmm…"

    Nomar turns around. "What's wrong?"

    "I…I don't know." Ramon caresses the grass. "I don't know if I want to ditch my friends. They've done so much for me since we first met. I wanted to repay in some way." Nomar squints, Ramon sighing. "After knowing their friends a little, I…feel like Justin and Ada aren't bad people. They just want to find their friends, their loved ones. They want to help others out, too." He stares off. "They're just…trying their best out there, you know?"

    "...Tch." Nomar shakes his head. "That Justin fella makes me think he'll hurt you the moment you mention one negative thing to him, and didn't that Ada girl want revenge?" Glares. "Doesn't quite sound like good people to me."

    Ramon flinches, his head tilting. "What? I don't believe anything you say about Justin!" Sighs. "He's a very chill and easygoing person, as far as I'm concerned. And sure Ada wants revenge, but she seems to think about her friends more than her revenge. Heck, I wouldn't be surprised if that becomes the last thing on her mind now that she's with them again!"

    "Regardless: They're humans, Ramon. They're evil, plain and simple."

    Ramon snarls. "Why are you judging them based on your past!? They're as confused about this world as I am!" He throws his hands up. "Even Mrs. Phoenix doesn't know everything! Since she recently found out about her ancestor's impact on defeating Dne!"

    Nomar grits his teeth upon hearing the word 'Dne'. Right.

    "So from this observation alone: Justin, Ada, Delia, and their human friends too show no ill-intention towards me—"

    "THEY'RE HIDING IT!" The blue Zorua slams his paw. "Humans can hide their sinister side incredibly well, to the point where it gets harder and harder to distinguish their genuineness. They use this to trick any Pokémon on their side: I've seen it happening to every Pokémon that's in this 'friends' with humans like Justin and Ada!"

    Ramon slams his fist. "Those two are nothing like those humans you've shown me! Nor the humans I've met along my travels!" His brows lower, his teeth gnashing. "Besides, you don't think us Pokémon are capable of deception? Especially with what happened at the Lake of Purity!" His eyes widen. "The betrayal my friends and I felt from Lycus…" His head shakes, tears rising. "He's a Pokémon too, Nomar!"

    The fox points at himself before pointing at his brother. "Just like you and I." Tears slide down his cheeks, Nomar gazing at him in disbelief. "The betrayal you felt from humans is similar to the betrayal I felt from Lycus." He gazes at his hands. "The difference is that I almost died, but…that's besides the point."

    "..." Nomar simply looks at the sky, lightning howling out of the clouds, booming everywhere. "He's brainwashed by a human to backstab his kind. Because Pokémon could never betray each other."

    Ramon widens his eyes with fury. "That's nonsen—"

    With a blink of an eye, Ramon gasps from Nomar's hug, staring down: The Zorua starts glowing white before increasing in size, his forelegs wrapping further around Ramon. Eventually, Nomar stops glowing: Evolving into a Shiny Zoroark, his blue hair flourishing.

    Ramon blinks. "Nomar…"

    "Ramon, I…" Nomar's tone is calm and low. "I don't want to continue this. I'm really stressed out and worried we may never be together again." His eyes gaze into Ramon's sorrowful ones, tears forming. "Regardless of how you feel about my plan: I want us to be together. Living free in the wild, away from civilization."

    "But—"

    "Focus on Gloria Falls by the end of tomorrow. Dark out will make it easy for us to escape." Nomar lowers his ears, whimpering. "Ramon…I know you feel unsure about all of this. But just know that I—"

    The dream fuzzles, the red sky growing dark.

    "Will never hurt you."

    GASPS.

    Ramon's eyes spring open from the red dream. Or the red nightmare? He…isn't so sure, anymore. Mesmeren nuzzles his arm as the fox stares out of the window, his black scleras gone as the sun shines through. He lowers his ears.

    Nomar…

    . . .

    Ada backflips from Sylock's kick, sliding across the concrete next to Justin. Sylock jumps back, Courtney preparing herself. The four rush towards each other, X and the others are on the clean porch watching the spar. The Buizel sips on his Sitrus Berry juice from his cup, tugging at the straw, his eyes being back to normal.

    Serene's ears twitch, X's sipping being louder than a thunderstorm. She jolts towards him. "Can you, like, DRINK quietly, please!?"

    X squints, smirking and sipping even louder.

    "Humph." Serene smacks X's cup with her vine.

    "HEY!" X yells.

    "Whoops, my vine slipped!" The Leafeon sticks her tongue out.

    Courtney kicks Ada's leg, the girl falling down as Justin dodges Sylock's jabs and kicks. The boy grunts, blocking the attacks. Sylock then pushes him, having the teen sliding across the ground.

    "Damn, fam. Fighting is hard without our Magic moves," Justin states.

    Ada stands. "No kidding." The girl gets in a posture, smirking. "Thankfully, my father taught me some karate." She beckons her opponents. "So I'll use that to my advantage."

    "Heh." Courtney jumps ahead, spinning around before kicking the girl. Ada blocks in time. "You sure talk about yer dad a lot." She leaps back. "What makes him so special?"

    The teen dashes. "First off, he's my father, an important parental figure." She jabs, Courtney ducking and weaving her fists. "And secondly, he's been there for me ever since…" The girl trails, backflipping away. Everyone eyes her.

    "Since what?"

    Ada strokes her arm. "Since my mother passed away."

    "...Oh." Courtney caresses the back of her head. "Sorry to hear."

    "Mhm. It's been rough for the two of us, and it's why he's working so hard to take care of me." The girl unravels her hands. "I have so much respect for him. For raising me to do the right thing." She forms her fists. "Despite being born as an Ordina."

    "Wait, your dad's an Ordina?" Justin asks. The girl nods. "Yo, I didn't know that."

    "That's fair." Ada waves her hands around. "It's why he preferred to not get himself into fights. Training me how to defend myself is the exception, of course."

    "Makes sense." Justin lifts his thumb. "Your dad's pretty awesome, fam."

    X nods. "Yeah!"

    Ramon folds his arms, smiling. "I bet it wasn't easy raising a Sorcerous while being powerless."

    Ada sighs, her head lowering. "Quite the understatement there, Ramon." She laughs nervously. "You see, I kept using my powers during karate training by accident. A lot."

    Coleo cringes, being on top of Roan. "Ouch, the lad mus' hav' been in a lot of pain from it."

    "Indeed, he has." The teen lifts her finger: Eyes closing, sweats dripping. "I can recall how many times I apologized to him over it." Gulping, her eyes open. "30."

    "30!?" everyone exclaims.

    "Yep." Ada scratches the back of her head. "Despite all of that, he's still willing to help me the best way he can."

    Courtney holds her hands together. "D'aww, what a built-different dad he is! I wish more parents were as considerate as he is."

    Justin points to Delia. "Ay, my mom is considerate."

    "D'aww, thank you, Son!" Delia waves.

    "And so is mine!" X scratches his head, chuckling awkwardly. "Although, a little too much and you guys know that by now."

    Ada rolls her eyes, folding her arms. "Don't worry: We know."

    X leaps back. "The heck are you implying there, Ada!?"

    Everyone chuckles except for Serene and Ethan, the two eyeing each other with somberness. "..." They look back at the group, forming a shaky smile.

    "We're happy to hear that you three have such loving parents," Serene says with a shaky tone.

    "Hey Serene and Ethan: You have loving parents too, do you?" Roan asks. The two look at the Axew in silence.

    "...I'd rather not answer." Serene looks away, patting Ethan's head as he shakes. "Please."

    "Oh…"

    Merlin raises his staff. "It's…probably best if we move on, I feel."

    Roan nods. "Yeah, sounds like a good idea. My sincere apologies for mentioning it."

    Serene sighs. "It's okay."

    Merlin taps the ground, eyeing Justin, Ada, Courtney, and Sylock. "So can you remind me again why you guys are sparring?"

    Courtney puts her hands by her hips. "Training myself for the All Star Tournament tonight. Sylock's joining us, too. Hence why he's here." The Blaziken nods.

    X jumps up, gasping. "Ay, you're signing up for the tournament!?"

    The Lopunny smirks, lifting her thumb. "You betcha." She forms her fists, jittering. "I can't wait to win that tournament: I'll be able to show the whole world how tough Lopunnys are!"

    Ramon gulps, staring at Noctis. The Charizard folds his arms, glaring at Courtney. He sighs. "Don't get too cocky with your victories if you do win. Otherwise, your failures will feel detrimental."

    Courtney stares back. "I'm aware." Nods. "Even if I lose tonight, I still won't give up on achieving my goal." She points towards the sky. "I'll keep on tryin' and tryin' til I win, baby."

    Sylock moves his hands, smiling. "You got this, Courtney!"

    "...Hmm." Noctis closes his eyes. "If you say so. Don't say I didn't warn you."

    Courtney quirks her brow before eyeing the group. "So who here wants to watch the tournament at the stadium?"

    "You bet your as—I mean, behind that I'm coming!" Justin says, looking at his mother.

    Delia waves her hand. "Dear, I've told you that I'm not too strict over swear words. You're fine." She snaps her fingers, winking. "I appreciate the consideration, though."

    "Ah, thanks Mom. Then in that case—" the boy throws his fist in the air. "You bet your ass I'm coming, dawg! WOO!"

    "So am I," Ada follows. Merlin, X, Roan, and Coleo all raise their hands—setae in Coleo's case, paw in X's.

    "I woul' like to come, too."

    "It would be cool to see all those fights in such a huge stadium," Roan says.

    X hops up and down. "Heck yeah!" The Buizel punches the air. "I get to see some 'pow pow' and 'wham wham', if you know what I mean!"

    Serene rolls her eyes. "Barely."

    "Shut up." He and Serene snort afterwards. "Are you coming with us too, Serene?"

    The feline shakes her head. "Nah. Would rather stay here." She stretches. "I want to feel as comfy as possible after all that traveling."

    X sighs, lowering his head. "That's fair."

    "I'm not going, either." Noctis huffs, closing his eyes. "Would just watch the event at home instead."

    "Same," Ramon follows.

    "W-We'll stay home, too!" both Mesmeren and Ethan say.

    "I-I'm just…not comfortable being around those many people." Mesmeren trembles. Already feeling uncomfortable by witnessing a lot of y-you guys...

    "S-Same here." Ethan nudges his sister, Serene patting his back calmly. "Pl-Plus the loudness of it all can sc-scare me, too."

    "Mhm…" Mesmeren pokes her fingers together.

    Courtney nods. "I guess that settles it, then." She smirks at Justin and Ada, lifting her fists. "Y'all ready to continue?"

    "You betcha, fam!" Justin exclaims before he and the other three fight: Justin ducking Sylock's kick while Courtney blocks Ada's fists.

    Noctis eyes the Lopunny, intrigue spreading across him. He huffs. I hope you actually meant it, Courtney. About not giving up.

    . . .

    The sun sets as Noctis guides Justin, Ada, and the other six over to Glory Pride's center. The nine roam around the large statues, passing by many bright and colorful stores along with the civilians inside. Some cars drive by, leading the group to spot a fairly large building nearby.

    The All Star Gym: Containing an array of colors from red to blue to green, sprinkling across the building. There's a sign in front of the gym, having both a Pokeball and a Magic type symbol adjacent from one another. The gym has double doors along with four windows at the front, allowing everyone to see the fights within.

    The group eyes the gym in awe, Justin whistling. "So that's what the All Star Gym looks like." His arms fold. "Shit looks pretty cool."

    "Cool is an understatement, dude: It looks colorfully dope as hell!" X forms his fists, smiling while his tails wag. "I wanna head inside and see those lit fights!"

    Noctis snarls. "Hey! No need to get distracted: We got a tournament to go to, remember?"

    X chuckles nervously, rubbing his head. "Ah. Right!"

    After walking by the gym, the nine descend further into the city until they stop in front of two buildings: Mouths gaping, eyes widening.

    "Holy."

    "Shit!" X finishes for Justin, gazing in shock.

    Both of the blue and purple buildings widen in length, containing several windows along with double doors at the very front. The first building has a sign of a hand wielding a Pokeball while shrouding it in magical auras, being at the very top. The second building as a similar sign, but the hand and the Pokeball are facing the opposite direction from each other: Auras spawning around them.

    A Conkeldurr and a Gossifleur enter the second building as Noctis says the following: "We're here: At the All Star Tournament Stadium." He scratches his nostril, eyeing the first stadium. "Erm, 'stadiums' I mean. I forgot there's two of them."

    Courtney smirks, folding her arms. "Ya know, we could've just gone here ourselves since I've watched a lot of vids about its whereabouts before."

    "Eh." The Charizard shrugs. "Just wanted to make sure you don't get lost along the way. You're new to this huge ass city, after all."

    "Fair enough."

    Noctis turns around. "Anyways, have fun."

    X lifts his paw. "Hey, wait! I wanna know what—" Noctis waves at the group as he walks away. "...the second stadium is used for." The Buizel sighs. "Welp, guess I'll know some other time."

    Courtney and Sylock walk in front of the first stadium, the doors springing open for them. Before they enter, Justin raises his finger.

    "Ayo, gotta ask you two something."

    Courtney blinks, her and Sylock gazing at him. "That is?"

    "When did you two sign up?"

    "About right now. Sign ups happen as soon as the challengers arrive."

    Ada tilts her head. "Wouldn't that be a bit…awkward for the participants?"

    Merlin and Roan nod, the latter being mindful of Coleo. "I'll have to agree here: The professionalism aspect of this doesn't sound all that effective to prevent cluster."

    "Ye. There already is a lot o' us here." Coleo shakes his head. "Can't imagi'n the ruckus goin' on from landlubbers when a bunch o' them wanted to sign up."

    Roan lifts his finger. "Mayhaps some precaution would be preferred in this scenario, Courtney ma'am?"

    "Hmm…I guess so?" Courtney shrugs. "But like, I'd imagine the folks organizin' this here tourney probably had some rules about not blockin' the exits." She waves her hand. "We should be fine."

    "Hmm…" Roan smacks his fist against the palm of his hand, smiling. "If you insist!"

    Ada and Merlin eye each other before shrugging. "I guess we'll take your words for it," Ada says.

    The eight then enter, the doors closing behind them.

    . . .

    Everyone is currently sitting on the middle sofa at Noctis' home: Watching a man doing some kind of heroic pose while a woman swoons with heart eyes. Serene rolls her eyes, holding a bowl of popcorn with her vine, tossing one into her mouth.

    "Mrs. Phoenix: I was told that this show has a lesbian couple in it." She scoots the bowl over a bit for her brother, to which the Flareon shyly grabs a popcorn with his paw. "So far, I have yet to see that after like…three episodes, I believe?"

    Delia giggles. "Patience is virtue, hun: They'll appear in the fourth episode. And aren't side characters, too."

    Serene widens her eyes, jolting up. Her bowl jiggles, Ethan yelping. "Wait, really!?" She stares, adjusting the bowl. "Ah, sorry Ethan."

    The dark brown woman gasps, covering her lips. "Oh dear: I think I've said too much." Giggles.

    The Leafeon's tail wags, her eyes glued to the TV containing the same man shaking hands with a Clefairy. "Okay: Super Convoluted Clown Muscle Man has piqued my interest."

    Ethan and Mesmeren shake their heads in bewilderment, blinking. "What a name…" they say.

    Delia snorts further. "I know, right? I don't quite get it myself, and that's why I plan to look into it soon."

    Serene shrugs via her vines, her eyes closed. "Meh. The writer probably has a thing for muscles."

    "Considering this man and his Lucario partner having exaggerated muscles, I can see that." The woman twirls her bangs. "Every man and woman swoon for their pecs and biceps whenever they see them. It's a genuinely funny sight to behold."

    Ramon eyes the front door, tapping on the edge of the couch. "..." Stands. "I gotta go."

    "Hmm?" Delia blinks. "Where are you—" the Zoroark already books it to the exit, the woman tilting her head in perplexion. "Huh. Well that's strange." Mesmeren blinks for a moment before hopping off the couch, rushing towards the fox. Delia scratches her head. "What's going on with those two?"

    Serene and Ethan shrug, keeping their eyes on the screen. The woman caresses her chin, crossing her legs. Hmm… She turns around, eyeing the Drowzee.

    The Zoroark reaches the front door: His hand on the handle, his eyes at the window.

    "Um…" Mesmeren's voice says, the fox's ears flickering. He looks back, the blue ribbon Drowzee sitting there poking her fingers together.

    "Oh. Um…" Ramon caresses his arm. "Hi."

    "What are you, erm, doing…?" Mesmeren shakes her hands and head. "I-If you don't mind me asking, of course!"

    The fox sighs. "Getting some fresh air. Wanting to get out more and…soak in this city's environment." He scratches his snout. "Erm, as much as I can."

    "O-Oh. I see, then."

    Silence.

    "...So." Mesmeren caresses her head, eyeing away.

    "...So?" Ramon tilts his head.

    Mesmeren blinks: Sweats dripping, her lips quivering. "W-Well, uh, erm…" She puts her arms behind her. "So our pasts are quite s-something, eh?"

    Ramon blinks. "What."

    Mesmeren simply smiles. …AAAAAAAH!

    "Well, I mean—" he shakes his head. "I get what you mean: My past has loopholes I'm still trying to figure out while yours' is making you think you're an awful person."

    The Drowzee's smile persists. Phew. Good…H-He saved me there.

    Ramon lowers his ears, looking down. "Which I get: Both of our species seemed to be capable of deception, so I…I know how you feel." Mesmeren's smile fades as Ramon grits his teeth, gripping the handle. "I'm not even sure if I'm a good person, too. I just…struggle to see it."

    "...Same." Mesmeren moves close, holding the fox's free paw. "W-We have friends, though….S-Somehow." Her eyes half-close. "A-A lot of them are willing to help us through our troubles and a-all…I don't get it." Whimpers. "They should've run the other way and not help some no-good Drowzee like me."

    Ramon stares at the Drowzee's hands. "I feel the same way when it comes to Justin and Ada saving me from Travis. But…at the same time…" A small smile forms. "I'm glad that they did save me. I, uh, guess it gives me another chance to fix my evil ways. If I even can, anyways." Blinking for a moment, the fox covers his face. "Ugh, I don't know. I…Again, I just have a lot on my mind and need to go out to get some fresh air."

    "U-Understandable…"

    Ramon stares out of the window. "I do wonder: What do I believe about myself?"

    "I…" Mesmeren looks down. "I wish I knew the answer, Ramon. I-I'm sorry."

    "..." Ramon leans down, hugging the Drowzee. Mesmeren blushes. "It's okay. Don't blame yourself for something beyond your control, alright?"

    The Drowzee gasps, staring ahead. I…shouldn't blame myself…? After what feels like hours, Mesmeren hugs back, nuzzling the red fluffy hair. "A-Alright…"

    "..."

    "..."

    The two pull away from the hug: Staring at each other, lips sealed. Ramon stands, scratching his head while his face reddens.

    "...Thank you," Mesmeren utters, looking away. "F-For understanding me, Ramon." She pokes her fingers together. "It means a lot to me." The Zoroark simply smiles with the blues, twisting the doorknob before leaving. Mesmeren stands there, gazing at the front door. She lowers her ears. That was pretty idiotic of me to say. She whimpers. Oh…

    Delia lowers her head, the blues painting her. Poor things. I wasn't aware of them thinking this way about themselves.

    . . .

    Ramon rushes by the sidewalk near the Pokémon Center, gazing at a large waterfall from afar. He glares.

    That must be where Gloria Falls is, Nomar says. Let's do this.


    And with that comes the final chapter before the REAL third story arc begins. Stay tune for next Friday, folks. Because we're in for a wild final story arc of this fanfic! Absolutely cannot wait to share them all with you guys, too. This arc...will set the stage for this fanfic series as a whole. That's all I'll say~
     
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    Chapter 51.
  • Sonic Ramon

    Pokémon Trainer
    Pronouns
    He/Him/His
    Chapter 51: All Star Tournament.

    Revival Falls Arc.

    SWOOSH!

    A blue beast zips across the sky, speeding within his draconic form, his spiky tail swishing around. Clinging onto the Thundurus' back are two teens and a mainly green humanoid, all glaring ahead. The light skin boy adjusts his blue glasses, taking his gaze onto the Gardevoir.

    "Are we close to Glory Pride City?" the teen asks, his tone as stern as the blowing wind.

    The Gardevoir squints, stroking her white sun hat. "...A little close, I think." She taps on the Therian's back. "I can feel his presence, at the very least."

    The Thundurus frowns. "That's unhelpful, Penelope."

    The teen glares at the humanoid. "I agree." He forms a fist, staring at it. "A little close doesn't equal close…" Sighs.

    Penelope lowers her head, revealing the black ribbon around her hat. "My apologies." Her head shakes. "The wind is distracting my Kind Sensory, so it's difficult for me to fully focus on the kid's presence."

    "Hmph, focus harder then," the Thundurus states.

    Penelope flinches. "Oh shut up, Zethor!" She pouts, glaring at the serpent beast.

    The glasses-wearing teen groans, shaking his head. "We'll never get there in time at this rate…"

    The other teen pats the boy's back, caressing. "Relax, Henry." He holds Henry's free hand, keeping his left metallic one onto Zethor. "We'll reach Glory Pride. Just have faith that we'll get there." The brown skin teen smiles, his shemagh shifting to the winds.

    "...Alright, Simon." Henry's glasses tilt down a bit as he gazes ahead, his white shirt waving. He sighs. "I just hope that—" frowns. "It's not too late to save Ramon."

    . . .

    Everyone gets a proper look at the inside of the All Star stadium: A huge open space with the Magic symbol being in the middle, containing six entries into the stadium. Five of them are the sign-up entries on the upper left while the audience entry is at the upper right, signs displaying above them showing what entries they are. Many people roam around, some heading towards the audience entry while others go into one of the sign-ups, employees guiding them along the way.

    Courtney stands in front of everyone, winking while spreading her arms out. "Let me tell y'all what these tourneys are!" She points at the first entry to her right. "This is the All Star Single. Basically a 1v1 tourney. It explains itself." Then the second. "This one's All Star Tag. A 2v2 tourney, can even bring a friend with ya to join if you want." The third. "All Star Single V Many. As the name implied, one fella versus many others." She lifts a finger. "It can be 1v2, 1v3, or 1v4. A…much more hardcore tourney for my liking, honestly." Courtney waves her hand in disapproval.

    "Shit, I'd join: Sounds like a hella fun with the tourney having me be as aggressive as possible." Justin punches the air, smirking.

    Ada tilts her head, her arms folding. "I'd imagine it'll require you to strategize a lot, considering you're at a disadvantage with fighting so many people."

    "Eh, fair point."

    Courtney points at the fourth entry. "This here is the All Star Battle Royale. Everyone's fighting each other in a 4 to 10 person match." The rabbit lifts a finger. "Fun fact: This is the only tourney to have one round due to how long it takes to finish."

    Roan awes. "Oooo!" He nods. "Sounds tough!"

    "I've seen battles involving the royale: Can confirm it's mighty tough." The rabbit's arms fold, chuckling. "If Single V Many didn't exist, it would've been number 1 in the most brutal tourney style ever."

    "I can imagine that," X comments.

    Courtney points at the fifth entry, being at the very corner of the left side of the building. "And lastly, the All Star Randomizer." She slowly eyes the sign, perplexion spreading. "This one…" Blinks. "I think it's meant to be a surprise."

    Ada's brow quirks. "As in?"

    "Havin' competitors become unsure on what kind of tourney it is until they enter the battlefield." The Lopunny shrugs, snorting. "It's fun for those that want randomness in their fights, I guess."

    "Sounds awful," Justin says. "I wouldn't be a fan of going into a competitive tournament only for it to randomize into a style I don't like."

    "Same here, honestly," X follows.

    Merlin lifts a finger, his blue hat shuffling. "To be fair, the format is honest about being random."

    "Yep: Makes it easier for me to avoid that style, that's for sure!"

    "I feel ya, fam."

    Ada smiles. "Honestly, all of these different types of All Star Tourneys are pretty unique!" Her face scrunches. "Even…if the Randomizer one sounds too chaotic and possibly unfun, in my opinion."

    Courtney waves her hand. "That's fine, and yeah I agree." Turning towards the second entry, she lays her hands by her hips, smirking. "I really dig the tourneys here and how they're made." Courtney walks forward, Sylock and co. following. "Since Sylock and I are tacklin' the All Star Tournament, we'll try the All Star Tag style." She stops. "Oh snap! I almost forgot." She takes her sheath off, gripping the strap-on. She eyes Sylock. "Mind handing Justin and Ada your sword, Sy?"

    Sylock nods, bringing his sword over to Ada. The teen blinks. "Hmm?"

    "The tournament doesn't allow weapons. Unless the weapon itself has safety mode." Courtney gives Justin her sword. "Which ours don't. So watch them for us, please."

    "Ah. Understandable." Ada and Justin take the swords, the two nodding. "And sure thing. That's what friends do, right?"

    Courtney smirks, folding her arms. "Right." She and Sylock turn back to the second entry. "The audience entry is over at the right side, by the way." She waves. "Hope y'all enjoy!" Courtney talks with the register before the individual lets the two through, returning back to guarding the entry.

    Justin and the others head into the sixth entry, some individuals entering inside of it. X and Roan jump up and down with excitement. "Oooh I can't wait to see those battles!" Roan exclaims, Coleo yelping as he hangs onto the Axew's head.

    "Same here, dude!" X jabs the air, grinning. "Those fights will be NUTS!"

    "AY! Slow ye jumpings!" Coleo yells, Roan calming himself down afterwards.

    "Apologies, Mr. Coleo!"

    Coleo shakes his head. "I may hav' to be on Justin's head if ye will be jumpin' a lot."

    Roan snorts as the group head towards the audience entry, talking with the register before Justin and Ada pay them. They all head inside: Seeing five hallways ahead that leads to their retrospective stadiums for the tourney styles, in the exact order Courtney mentioned earlier. The gang enters the second audience area.

    . . .

    The crowd roars!

    The crowd cheers!

    Everyone at the All Star Tag Stadium exclaims with enthusiasm, some waving their hands around while others chugs down their beverages. The stadium lights up, showering at the large grassy field. Justin and others sit at the front row, X munching on a bag of popcorn as he blinks nonstop. High above the crowd contains a glass monitor, both an Inteleon and a human being behind it within a fairly open space room.

    Bond grabs the mic, clearing his throat. "Welcome to the All Star Tag Tournament, everyone!" He forms a fist, the crowd erupting. "That's what I like to hear! As usual, I'm your host Bond!"

    "And I'm Zenith!" the person says, tipping their red hat. "As judges, we're always stoked to see these exciting matches unfolding!" They throws their hand to the side, a large hologram displaying for the whole audience to see. "In fact, let's take a look at this tournament's bracket!"

    The hologram displays a row of individuals that are bound to face each other off: About ten rows of them from top to bottom, Courtney and Sylock's name being at the very start.

    Bond slaps his hands together. "Now then, our first match is Courtney the Lopunny and Sylock the Blaziken—" the two Pokémon enter the field, some cheering erupting along the way. "Versus Mack the Grapploct and Miss Lady the Indeedee!"

    A blue octopus and a purple biped walk in the battlefield, the Indeedee waving at the crowd while wearing a sun hat. The two stop, eyeing Courtney and Sylock in front of them. Mack cracks his fore-tentacles, lowering his brows.

    "Looking forward to our match, you two," the octopus says, his tone sharp.

    Courtney snaps her fingers, winking as she smirks. "Likewise." She then tilts her head, pointing at the Indeedee. "Although, why's her name 'Miss Lady'?"

    The Indeedee bows. "I wanted to remind everyone of my elegance as I partake in this competitive battle!"

    "Huh. I see."

    Okay? Sylock thinks, raising his brow.

    Lady waves, smiling. "With that said, you can just call me Lady."

    Courtney nods, smirking while giving a thumbs-up. "Alrighty then."

    "Now starting the match in 3…2—" both of the judges throw one finger up. "1!"

    Courtney and Sylock charge forward, Sylock jumping before spinning his leg. Mack ducks the Blaziken's kicks, Lady shooting her array of psychic energy towards him.

    Courtney casts herself in Agility, pushing Sylock before the Psybeam hits the ground, smoke rising. Sylock fires his Flamethrower at the Indeedee, Mack leaping beside her before his eyes shine light blue. He grabs her, jumping away via Detect as the flames ram the ground. The audience awes at the close calls, amazement spreading throughout.

    The Lopunny smirks, leaping forward and kicking the octopus' face. Mack groans, sliding from the Jump Kick. He then shakes his head, eyeing a Blaziken igniting his fist towards him. The Grapploct's four nubs glow red before clashing his Brick Breaks against the Fire Punch, the two sliding back instantly. Multiple yellow stars cast around Lady, flinging them afterwards. Sylock Fire Punches the many stars while Courtney Quick Attacks them: Fists flailing, body thrashing.

    The crowd jumps and claps and throws their arms up, food thrown everywhere. Even the Buizel drops his popcorn entirely, wooing with joy. "LET'S GOOO, COURTNEY AND SYLOCK!"

    Roan jumps up and down like he's on a sugar rush. "YOU CAN DO THIS, MY FRIENDS!"

    "HELL YEAH, FAM! WOOOO!"

    Ada groans, covering her ears from everyone's eruption of excitement. "Ugh, too loud…" She sighs. "Maybe Mesmeren and Ethan had the bright idea to stay, after all."

    "Argh!" Ada looks to the side at Coleo's struggling to stay atop of Roan's head. "Stop jumpin', lad! I think I'll vomit at this rate!"

    The girl blinks before bringing the Blipbug on her head with her magic, sighing. "There we go."

    Coleo relaxes in place, staring down at the field. "Ah. Thanks lass for savin' me there."

    Ada covers her ears again. "No problem."

    Soon, Lady casts energetic orbs around herself, shooting them towards her opponents. Courtney and Sylock nod at each other, white outline surrounding the former. Sylock counters the Psyshock with his intense flames, engulfing the telekinetic energies.

    Lady gasps, Mack being on his guard. "Oh dear!"

    Courtney Quick Attacks around the flames, jolting forward. Mack jumps in front of Lady, charging his black sludge before throwing it. Once the Octazooka collides against the Flamethrower, Courtney grins, smoke rising. "That's exactly what I wanted ya to do!"

    The Lopunny snaps her fingers, shrouding in Agility yet again before she and Sylock speed up. The two jump, their opponents staring in bewilderment. "What in the—" Mack and Lady try using their range moves, but Courtney and Sylock quickly spiral around, hitting them with High Jump Kick and Jump Kick retrospectively.

    The opponents are pushed to the side, flailing all over the grass before sliding. They groan, being knocked out.

    "THE WINNER OF THE FIRST MATCH GOES TO COURTNEY AND SYLOCK!" Bond and Zenith shout, clapping their hands in astonishment. The crowd cheers, some of them waving their shirts around.

    "WOO!" Justin, X, and Roan all scream, throwing their fists up.

    Courtney walks over to her opponents, holding her hands out. "Y'all did amazing." She smiles.

    Mack and Lady look at each other for a moment before smirking, grabbing the Lopunny's hands. "The same can be said for you too, my dear." The three shake.

    "Yeah: That stunt with the Flamethrower and Quick Attack was something I didn't expect!" Mack tilts his head. "How did you know I was going to use Octazooka there?"

    Courtney lays a finger by her lips, Sylock folding his arms beside her. "Hmm, call it battle instinct, I guess. Just from the many times I've watched so many people taking on this tournament at home." She winks.

    "Ah, I see. But still, I'm curious as to how you'd predict that."

    "Indeed." Lady waves her hand around. "It's not everyday that you see a Grapploct using range moves." She eyes the Grapploct summoning his black sludge, showing it off.

    "That's true." Courtney snaps her fingers. "It's why I was willing to predict that: In the All Star Tournament, you gotta predict the unpredictable. Cuz as Sylock and I showed earlier—" the rabbit elbows the chicken, Sylock smirking down at her. "Folks can pull off some crazy twists to win the match."

    Lady caresses her chin. "Hmm, hmm. I see, I see!" Giggles. "We'll keep this information in mind the next time we participate in the tournament, right Mack dear?"

    Mack bows. "Absolutely."

    As the four leave to their retrospective exits, X nudges Justin's arm lightly, grinning. "Duuuude, that was some of the coolest battles I've ever seen, and this is just the first match, too!" The Buizel jumps up and down in joy. "Looking forward to the following ones!"

    "Yo, same here, dude!"

    Merlin lifts his staff. "I'm certainly stoked to see them as well!"

    Ada rubs her head, grunting. "If the following fights are going to be obnoxiously noisy, then I may come out here with a headache."

    Justin waves his hand. "Ah you'll be fine. At least you ain't missing out on these fire fights like Ramon is. I feel like he'd love to watch these, too."

    Ada rolls her eyes. "I'd rather be Ramon right now, to be honest."

    Bond claps his hands against the mic. "Alright, everyone! Let's give our winners a break as we commence the second match of Round 1 in our tourney."

    . . .

    "Gla…Gla…" She keeps running. "Glace…"

    The Glaceon keeps going, darting through the many bushes and trees, obscuring her vision. Bruise marks scatter throughout the Nativu, breaths emanating from her. She soon stops, her teeth gnashes.

    Keep going. Please. The Glaceon whimpers. I don't want the Hunters to find me. She dashes along an open road, passing by a double-ended sign that reads: 'Avalon Forest 2 to Glory Pride City'.

    The arctic quadruped sees many buildings ahead, picking up the pace. Help. Hoping to find…help.

    . . .

    The room is barely lit, containing a teen in a dark outfit sitting on a throne. Beside her are two more teens, both of them having their arms behind their backs. Ahead of the girl is Jester, Arthur, Xenia, Lycus, and many more Conjure members who are eyeing the throne in anticipation. There's also a woman wielding a cane, tapping it while wearing her dark-purple outfit much like the others.

    The girl's eyes are closed, nudging the throne's edge. The wavy-haired man strokes his hands while Lycus folds his arms.

    "Well?" Is all the Floatzel utters, tapping on the ground, a scabbard wrapping around his waist via the black strap-on.

    The girl remains quiet for a moment, almost motionless in her movements. She then opens her eyes. "He's by Gloria Falls' entrance."

    . . .

    Ramon hides behind a building, eyeing two red monkeys guarding the entrance to Gloria Falls. The fox nods, magenta energy casting around him: Flames sprouting at the top of his head, a slender tail extending from him. The energy fades, Ramon glaring at the guards upon looking like one of them: An Infernape.


    And thus, the true start of this third final story arc has begun. Get your popcorns, snacks, and such ready for these next following chapters because when I say things will go insane here: I really mean it.
     
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    Chapter 52.
  • Sonic Ramon

    Pokémon Trainer
    Pronouns
    He/Him/His
    Chapter 52: Infiltrating Gloria Falls.

    Revival Falls Arc.

    Ramon grabs the side of the building, eyeing the gated entrance to Gloria Falls. Just when he's about to step out, he stops. The Infernape grimaces, his illusion dissolving into his Zoroark self.

    Hmm? Nomar says, wishing to blink if he was in his physical form. Why did you stop?

    I…
    Ramon eyes a wall ahead of him. I don't know if I should do this. His head shakes. It all feels too sudden since I barely relaxed.

    But you rested yesterday! I feel like that counts, brother! And besides, things will go well while you're under your disguise.


    Ramon lowers his ears. But what if it doesn't? Like what happened at the Lake of Purity: What if someone caught onto my disguise without me knowing about it? Heck, those guards would definitely ask why I'd appear out of the blue. He looks at the stationary guards. I won't even have a valid reason for it.

    Nomar groans. I don't know, just tell them you were using the restroom.

    What if there's restrooms at the falls?
    Ramon squints, spotting some buildings behind the Infernapes. There's even buildings inside! There's no way they'll accept my restroom excuse!

    Look: It'll be alright. Just tell them you weren't a fan of the restrooms at the falls. Boom, simple as that!


    Ramon blinks. Wait, really? I can just…tell them I'm not a fan of their restrooms?

    Nomar will shrug if he can. I mean, I assume so? Since they're letting these two Infernapes be outside of Gloria. Don't see why they wouldn't let them use different restrooms, too.

    Hmm…


    As the two continue, a Glaceon drags towards the Zoroark, pain surging throughout. "Gl-Gla—" she gasps, falling down.

    Ramon's ears perk up. "Hmm?" He turns around, the unconscious blue quadruped lying before him. The fox gasps. "Oh no!" He rushes over, tapping her. "Are you okay!?" No response: Just a small, weighted breather here and there.

    The Zoroark eyes her up: From the bruises littering throughout her batten body to the scar mark imprinting on her left eye, a black collar ringing around her neck. Ramon strokes his head, gritting his teeth. "Shoot, I should take her to the Pokémon Center right now."

    No.

    Ramon's brow lifts. No?

    Yes. Take her to the guards instead.

    Why?


    Nomar sighs. Ramon: This is the perfect opportunity to use her as a means to enter the falls. It's a valid reason for the guards to accept without question, he suggests.

    But… Ramon eyes the bruised creature. This…doesn't feel right.

    Nomar sighs once more. I'm aware, but we have no choice. Whimpers. Please, Ramon. Before we'll never see each other ever again.

    The Zoroark eyes down the Glaceon: The chill breaths momentarily freezing the ground, her eyes closing, twitching at random. Ramon sighs, casting his Infernape illusion again. Alright then. He picks up the canid, taking a deep breath. Jolting from behind the building, he dashes to the guards.

    "Hey! I got something urgent here!" he says, his tone low.

    The two Infernapes eye the disguised one, one of them twirling his spear. "Yeah?" the first guard says, eyeing the knocked out Glaceon.

    "I found this Glaceon near the alley. She's in need of medical care, fast!"

    The second guard nods, stopping his twirls. "Sure thing. The PC is far from here, anyways." He points the spear behind him. "Go ahead and take her to the medic center."

    "Thank you." The two guards move out of the way, allowing the illusion ape to enter. His tail lowers. I'm sorry for using you. He looks at the black collar, uttering the exact word from it in his mind: Elizabeth…

    Ramon gazes around: Many gray buildings and guards of different species being littered everywhere, multiple waterfalls sprinkling afar, including the largest one of them all by the top right. The guards either carry the same spears the Infernapes have or weapons as they roam from place to place.

    The Infernape walks along a straight path, eyeing the barrier to the left that shields Gloria Falls. Trees sprout on either side, even being by the buildings. His blue eyes widen, Ramon aweing with amazement. Whoa…

    The Infernape bumps into an Orbeetle, the ladybug glaring at him. "Watch where ye goin'!" they exclaim, their tone light.

    Ramon laughs nervously. "M-My apologies there!" He continues onward, blinking. I just realized: I don't know where the medic center is!

    Yeeaaah…You should definitely ask someone here about that.


    Ramon soon notices a Shiinotic wearing a vest while walking by, clearing his throat. "Excuse me." The mushroom Pokémon stops, eyeing the Infernape. "Hi, uh: Do you know where the medic center is? This place is huge so I keep getting lost here, haha." The ape shrugs. "I'm a newbie to all of this."

    The Shiinotic quirks her brow. "What's wit' the Glaceon?"

    "Oh her? I found her lying outside injured." Ramon whimpers. "It's why I wanted to know where the medic center is: It's really urgent."

    "Shoot, that explai' it then." The Shiinotic points to her side. "Just keep goin' straight and you should reach it, hun."

    Ramon nods. "Thank you." He rushes ahead, keeping the Glaceon close to him.

    . . .

    "HIIIIIYAH!"

    Courtney and Sylock kick two Sorcerous away, their opponents rolling around the field. The two Pokémon backflip to the ground, the Sorcerous groaning while being knocked out. "Annnnd the winner is Courtney and Sylock!"

    The crowd erupts: Some screaming with joy while drinking their own beverage! X jumps off his seat, stepping on his fallen popcorns and hovering his paws over his snout.

    "WOOO! LET'S GOOOO, YOU TWO!"

    Zenith twirls their long hair, smiling. "ALRIGHTY, EVERYONE!" Their fist slams on the desk. "The next match will decide who these two's opponents will be in Round 3!" As soon as they say that, static images display themselves on the hologram: Containing an Espeon and a Beedrill glaring at two Pokémon Trainers and their Pokémon, Gurdurr and Coalossal.

    Everyone awes the competitors as Sylock's eyes enlarge, gluing towards the Espeon. Many inconsistent images spawn in his mind, left and right. All having one thing in common: A crying, weeping Torchic.

    Sylock gasps, stroking his head: Trembling. One of the images even has the same Torchic looking up at…something? He can't tell, but whatever it was: It casts a shadow over the small bird.

    "Sy?"

    The Blaziken returns from his daze, his shoulder touched by Courtney.

    "Is somethin' wrong?"

    The avian blinks, looking at the rabbit. His head shakes. "No. I'm fine," he signs. "Was just feeling light-headed for a moment, that's all."

    "Are you sure? You were shaking a lot." Sylock stares at her for a moment before simply nodding, smiling. Courtney sighs, patting his back. "Alright then. If somethin's off, just let me know bud." She winks, lifting her thumb while smiling.

    Sylock moves his hands. "Understood."

    . . .

    Ramon sits on a chair inside of the medic center, tapping his fingers together. The center is a large gray tent with about five to ten beds spreading in a row, counters and medical equipment being at the very end of the center. Quite a few people are resting on the bed: Some of them chatting in bandages while others simply relax as their wound heals, some medics tending to them.

    The Glaceon rests on the first bed beside Ramon, three medics treating her wounds, with one of them being an Intellicate Clefable. Ramon's tail droops, the ape eyeing the canid.

    I… Sighs. I wish there was a better way to enter Gloria…

    Relax, brother. As much as it pained me to use that Glaceon as bait, it's…the only way.
    Nomar whimpers. The wild is filled with many situations like this. It's how we survive, as cruel as it may sound.

    Ramon's lips remain sealed, keeping his eyes on the injured Glaceon. …I suppose.

    Another medic walks towards the disguised Infernape, wearing nothing but a white outfit as they caress their clipboard. "The Glaceon will be okay: Having a couple of bruises here and there." Smiles. "You don't have to worry about her dying since these injuries can be taken care of effectively."

    Ramon sighs in relief. That's good to know, at least. "Thanks." The disguised ape stands up, walking out of the tent. He eyes around the falls, turning left.

    Guards on his left are chatting with one another, even erupting into laughter while the ones on the right are wrestling each other, cheers erupting. Ramon keeps going, squinting at the many waterfalls ahead.

    This place is so MASSIVE. He sighs. How will I ever find the Revival Spell here? His ears then flicker to a familiar voice nearby. Hmm? Curious, he moves ahead.

    "And then RAM, that's how I've caught the culprit—" Ramon sees a group of guards gazing at Nered in front of a huge waterfall entrance, the Roserade spawning vines from her red petal. "With swift le mouvement!"

    A Chansey gasps, her hand on her lips. "Ooo, intriguing!"

    Ramon perks up, eyeing the Roserade. Hey, it's Nered! The Roserade from yesterday!

    Go talk to her. See if you can get some info here,
    Nomar suggests.

    Ramon nods. Now THAT'S an idea I agree with.

    Whatever you say, brother.


    Not saying anything else, Ramon moves forward.
     
    Chapter 53.
  • Sonic Ramon

    Pokémon Trainer
    Pronouns
    He/Him/His
    Chapter 53: Deeper Into the Falls.

    Revival Falls Arc.

    Nered presses her blue hand to her chest, her black scarf shuffling. Her eyes close. "Wizlorian praised me, outlawers feared me." She smirks at the guards. "As an adventurer, I've traveled across the calming snows, the raging sands, and—" she flicks petals to the side. "The vast, énorme land of Wizlore!"

    "Oooo!" the guards exude in unison.

    Nered giggles. "My parents moved here from Kalos, and raised me very well. To the point where I'm able to venture on my own upon becoming a Roselia." She slams her bouquets together. "Taking down any evil doers out there and finding neat treasures." She tugs on her scarf. "Including this one I'm wearing."

    "Whoa!" A Leafeon claps his vines together, smiling. "You're a fantastic explorer, Ms. Nered!"

    The Roserade waves her bouquet. "Don't sweat it. I even defeated a ton of bandits who almost ran off with my treasure!" Nered pats her scarf.

    "How so?" one guard asks.

    Nered closes her eyes, smirking. "I utilize my hidden power. My magnum opus. Ma spécialité!" A red mask casts over her face, green auras surrounding her. The guards quickly move out of the way as she zips around, her speed rapid and instant. She zigzags back to the middle.

    "Masquer La Vitesse." The mask fades as she poses: Throwing her arm back, tugging her scarf, and gazing down with a confident smile.

    "Oooo!" The same Leafeon guard claps once more, the others cheering on. "That's so dope, Ms. Nered!"

    Nered bows. "Thank you, thank you."

    The illusion Infernape blinks. So that's her Rune, I see. Ramon walks towards her. Alright, time to do this. Poking his fingers together, he eyes down the flower humanoid. "Um…"

    Nered looks up. "Hello! Do you need anything?"

    "I-I, uh, have a…question to ask you."

    The Roserade smiles. "Go on ahead! Feel free to, mon ami!"

    "Eh?"

    "It means 'my friend' in Kalosian." She snickers behind her bouquets.

    "O-Oh, I see." The Infernape scratches the back of his head. "Well, what I wanted to ask is, um…" Wiggles in place. "Do you know where the Revival Spell is?" Every guard slowly eyes the Infernape with mystique, Ramon gulping. Shoot, did I mess up!?

    Nered tilts her head. "Que? Don't you already know where it's at? Pretty sure Kellie told every guard about it."

    A Morpeko munches on his treat, nodding. "Yeeyee!"

    "U-Um!" Ramon chuckles, scratching the back of his head. "I-I needed a refresher! Yeah, that's all."

    "Hmm…" Nered nudges her chin, glancing. "The Spell is located at the bottom of the large waterfall behind me." She points back.

    Ramon eyes ahead: The massive waterfall showering down, barriers forming around it. The Infernape's maw drops, eyes sparkling with awe.

    "Whoa…"

    "Is there any reason why you want to go?"

    "Oh. Um." Gotta think of something quick! Ramon caresses his fingers together. "I…I wanted to go see K-Kellie! Wishing to, u-um, c-confess my love to her!"

    "'Them', le chéri." Nered giggles. "Good luck with the confession! It isn't easy to admit your true feelings towards someone." She looks off to the side, caressing her arm while blushing. "I should know from personal experiences. Said experiences that are still going till this day."

    Ramon looks down, hearing the words 'true feelings' hitting him in the heart. Right…

    Nered's hands presses her cheeks, her face glowing further red. "Oh, I do hope to tell him how I truly feel someday." She wiggles, the guards quirking their brows.

    "Er-Erm, thank you for the answer, Ms. Nered!" Ramon moves around the daydreaming Roserade, passing by some guards while walking towards the large waterfall.

    Nomar snarls. Pathetic.

    Hmm?

    This 'false' harmony I'm seeing between humans and Pokémon right now.


    Ramon stops and turns around: Eyeing the guards of all kinds, both human and Pokémon, laughing nervously at Nered's fantasy as some chat with her, all smiling at her company. The Infernape tilts his head.

    I mean, they look like they're having a decent time together, though.

    Hmph.
    Nomar scoffs. If I were alive, I'd shake my head at these Pokémon for even daring to aid humans. Frankly, they shouldn't coexist in this manner.

    Ramon stares at the group for a moment, melancholy painting him. He continues towards the waterfall road. But like… Sighs. Is it really a bad thing though? For Pokémon and humans to be together?

    Absolutely.
    The Shiny Zorua wishes to facepaw. I've gone over this with you many times, and you have to understand: WE'RE the enemies. Doesn't matter if we help humans or not: At the end of the day, we're nothing but tools for them to destroy afterwards.

    The Infernape shrugs, stroking the side of his arm. "Rgh…"

    Let's just…focus on getting to the Spell. Our separation from each other has done more damage to your belief than I thought.

    "Hmm…Alright then." Ramon's foot touches the air before the ape moves back. "Whoa!" He gazes down, a large pit widens itself between him and the waterfall. He then eyes the waterfall itself: The lushious blues, the laidback flow—it is captivating.

    How massive and…beautiful. Ramon smiles. Gloria Falls is amazing.

    Brother, look: There's some staircase near you!
    Nomar points out. Ramon looks left, rows of stairs descending down into the pit, spiraling around the huge waterfall. He walks ahead.

    As the Infernape descends, he eyes up: The light from the sunset seeping further and further away. Not that it matters since the waterfall is still vibrant enough for him to see. He smiles.

    You're seeing this too, right Nomar?

    Yes: The waterfalls here are lively.
    Nomar sighs in relief. Reminds me of the time where we'd visit this one waterfall with our parents, too!

    The ape's hands nudge his chest, his tail wagging. That's sweet! Gasps. Oh speaking of parents: Do you know what our mother and father is like? If you can still remember, of course.

    Nomar hums. I thought you'd never ask! They're fantastic and protective parents, although having some oddities to them.

    Torches start appearing by the walls, flames guiding the Infernape. Hmm? In what way?

    Well…Dad would get bitter and cruel when something bad happens to us. That's normal for any parents, but he does it to the extreme.
    Whimpers. It can get scary at times.

    Oh…and about mother?

    She's just…odd. She can be calm and relaxing on one day, and then aggressive and vicious on another. She's a pretty unpredictable Zoroark, honestly.


    The Infernape blinks in disbelief. Yeesh.

    But despite their downfalls: They're still loving, amazing parents!
    Sighs. Here's hoping we get to find them together.

    Ramon nods. Same.

    The Infernape soon reaches the bottom: Gazing at the cavern ahead as torches light up in rows. Nomar gasps.

    We're so close. So very close to our reunion. The fox yaps. I can't wait to come back to life and escape these humans with you.

    Ramon doesn't say anything, his lips sealed. If Nomar can blink, he would.

    What's wrong?

    The Infernape shakes his head. I— his teeth grits. I don't know if I want to leave my friends. Because I like them. His fist forms. I like them a lot, in all honesty…

    Nomar groans. Really? We're not going over this again.

    But—


    Nomar growls. Okay, let me spell it out for you: Justin, Ada, Merlin, Delia, and any other humans out ARE the enemies. All of them. Sighs. Which unfortunately includes those Pokémon 'friends' you're with since they've been brainwashed into befriending humans, believing whatever ideology they throw at them.

    Ramon shakes. Nomar, I—

    Another sigh. We're deep into this plan at this point, Ramon: It's too late to back out now.

    Ramon looks down, sighing. He walks ahead before—

    "Ack!"

    Black blood splats the ground, dripping from the ape's maw. Ramon groans, leaning on a nearby wall while caressing his head. He whimpers, gnashing his teeth and wiping off the blood. Ugh. Why am I in pain all of the sudden?

    We're getting there, Nomar says, monotone.

    Ramon blinks, shaking his head. "What…?"

    Soon the disguised Infernape encounters a bodyguard ahead: An Amped Toxtricity, sitting in a chair in front of the entrance behind her. The yellow amphibian lifts her cap, eyeing the Infernape.

    "Hey." Is all she says, turning her cap around. Getting from behind the chair, she cracks her knuckles. "I'm the Guard Tester for today."

    Ramon tilts his head. "What's that?"

    The Toxtricity lifts her brow. "You should know what that is." Her fists lift, crackling electricity.

    Ramon blinks and jumps back. Okay, I see now!

    Ramon. Whatever you do: Do NOT get hit.


    The Infernape blinks. Why's tha— Ramon leaps from a large row of electricity, sliding. He grits his teeth. YIKES! That was close! Eyeing the Toxtricity, he frowns: His fists up and ready.

    . . .

    The Torchic screamed and screamed, nothing flowing out of his mouth. The cops pulled him away, one Blaziken crying on another's chest. Tears rained down the armless bird's cheeks, the boy clenching his feet on the ground so badly, pleading to not be taken away: But it was null and void.

    "Sylock?"

    The Blaziken snaps into reality: Sweats sliding down, breathing irregularly. He looks at Courtney, the two of them sitting on a bench while in the stadium's breakroom. The Lopunny tilts her head. "Our next match is about to start soon."

    Sylock blinks for a moment, nodding.

    Courtney pats his back. "Are you alright? You're even sweatin' like crazy."

    The Blaziken slowly smiles, moving his hands, "I'm…I'm alright. Let's go kick some butt, yeah?" The chicken stands, walking towards the entrance to the stadium.

    Courtney eyes the Blaziken, stroking her knees. Sy…What's going on with you? She follows.

    . . .

    The Team Conjure Leader wields a pink book in her hand, standing in front of many more Conjures in the same shadowy room. The grunts eye her, anticipation flourishing throughout—even Lycus and Xenia are casually eating their apples in wait! Munching on them like crazy, at least in Lycus' case!

    The teen clears her throat, hand against her chest, eyes closed. She sighs.

    "We'll teleport the moment Ramon gets past the Guard Tester," the leader states.

    Jester scratches his messy hair. "Eh!? Why not use the zippity-zoom Spell when he gets the Revival one?"

    Lycus gradually turns towards the man. "Zippity…what?" Food particles fall out in disbelief.

    Arthur rolls his eyes. "He's an unorthodox ally. Ignore him."

    Jester points at the blonde. "Shut it, numbhead!"

    The Floatzel squints. Weirdo.

    The girl spins the book, her face turning to Jester. "I want to create a distraction." Stops. "Should be self-explanatory on why."

    "Oh-ho?" Jester claps his hands. "Think I've already caught on to your devious plan, Mistress!"

    Xenia lifts her paw, grinning. Things are going to get spicy, hehe.

    The Conjure Leader nods, sliding her fingers across the middle section of the spellbook. She then releases another sigh, a small smile spreading.

    You're almost there, Dne.

    Howdy do! Hope you all enjoyed this latest M&T chapter. And about Nered: I'm open to criticisms and feedback on the way she speaks in this fic since I wanted to convey the fact she's from Kalos via having her say some French words.

    Also we're getting close to the big chapters of this arc. In fact, Chapter 54 is where things takes a wild turn. You'll see soon.
     
    Chapter 54.
  • Sonic Ramon

    Pokémon Trainer
    Pronouns
    He/Him/His
    Chapter 54: Thrashing Tournament and Testing Falls!

    Revival Falls Arc.

    The Drowzee clings to the front window, staring at the buildings and civilians ahead. The sun is completely gone, the sparkling stars of the blues replacing it. She lowers her ears, her hands held together.

    "Hey, Mesmeren," a soft voice says behind the Drowzee. She turns around: Delia eyeing her down. "Is something wrong?"

    "...R-Ramon's been gone for quite some time now." Mesmeren pokes her fingers together. "I'm…worried for him."

    "Hmm." Delia caresses her chin. "Admittedly, I don't know him all that well. But from what I've seen so far: He seems like a nice guy with good intentions, especially after handing Yvonne's journal to Noctis."

    "Y-Yeah." Mesmeren whimpers. "It's why I'm w-worried about him, hoping he comes back from his walk." The tapir points outside. "It's even getting late."

    "Makes sense." Delia squats. "I can tell that this Ramon guy is important to you." She smiles.

    Mesmeren looks to the side. "Ye-Yeah. He's been so…c-considerate of me, even though I haven't done anything useful for him." She scratches her head. "I-I feel that way about everyone I've met, but I feel this way towards him the most."

    "I see." Delia lays a finger on her cheek. "What makes Ramon special to you?"

    Mesmeren blinks, her face reddens. "I. Um. Uh." Wh-What do I even say to that?

    The woman lifts her hands, waving. "No worries. If that question is too personal, then we can move on from it."

    "N-No no. It's…fine. Just, um." The tapir's heart thumps. "G-Give me a moment to think about it." She turns around, Delia tilting her head in perplexion. Okay, me. It's, erm, o-obvious that you feel a lot of things towards Ramon. A-All of it is positive. So…What makes him special to y-you?

    The Drowzee thinks. And thinks…further.

    He is a nice person, who always has uplifting things to say to me, even when he's feeling d-down himself. He's even interested in the things I do l-like the twirl hums. Everyone else is nice too, b-but he's…different about it, I guess?

    Mesmeren nods. Okay. I'll tell her that he's a sweet and caring guy, and that's why I l-like being with him. Sh-Shouldn't be hard, right? She turns towards Delia. "He's handsome."

    Delia's fingers press her lips. "Oh?"

    "I-I—" Mesmeren covers her maw quickly. Oh no: IT'S HARD!

    "You have feelings for him, I see. That makes sense." Delia giggles.

    Mesmeren's face reddens even more, the Drowzee eyeing away. "I-I didn't mean it like that! I-I mean, I like him, yes. But maybe not in that way. Or maybe it is in that way or—"

    "I get it, hun." Delia holds her hands together, sighing while eyeing up. "It's okay to admit your feelings towards him. Perhaps not right away, but…whenever you yourself feel ready to."

    Mesmeren's ears perk up. "Hmm?"

    The woman pokes her chest gently. "Love comes naturally: It's obvious that you've grown attached to Ramon since you two traveled together for these past few days."

    Delia stares down. "W-Well, I don't know if I'd call it…love. M-Maybe not yet…" She covers her face. "I don't know!"

    "Hey, it's fine. The natural part about love is questioning it—wanting to know why you have feelings for this person, thinking about those feelings being correct or not, and then knowing when you're ready to tell them if that's how you truly feel."

    Mesmeren stares at the woman: Mouth agapes, body remaining still. "I…" She looks down at her hands. "I've never thought of it that way."

    "It's something I've learned to do when I had feelings towards my husband." Delia sits beside Mesmeren, spreading her legs. "I was paranoid like you and thought it was pretty abnormal for me to have a crush on someone after knowing them for a few days."

    "R-Really?"

    "Mhm." She waves her hand around. "I started questioning my feelings after I talked with my parents about it during my late teens." She sighs. "It took me several months to finally realize I'm in love with this man, and eventually tell him about it." Delia covers her lips, snorting. "Surprisingly: He felt the same way, too."

    "I-I see." Mesmeren stares down, poking her fingers together. "Would I t-take s-several months to confess my f-feelings towards Ramon?"

    Delia shrugs. "It depends. Like I said, love comes naturally: Folks may love each other within days, some within weeks—months, years." She tilts her head, closing her eyes while smiling. "Trust me, it'll all work out as long as both of you truly feel the same way about each other."

    Mesmeren tugs on her blue ribbon, jittering. "I…I see then."

    Silence emanates between them for a moment.

    "..." Mesmeren turns. "So you won't tell a-anyone about this, r-right? Not even Ramon himself."

    "Oh absolutely." Delia's hand rests on Mesmeren's head. "Your secret lies with me!" Her finger presses her lips, winking.

    "Th-Thank you." The Drowzee blushes, twirling the side of her ribbon.

    Noctis groans, catching the two's attention. The lizard rolls his eyes while on the middle couch with Serene and Ethan, clicking the remote. "There's been nothing but boring shows today, huh."

    Tears pour down Serene's face in a dramatic manner. "I was about to witness two girls kissing live in Episode 7 of Super Convoluted Clown Muscle Man." Her ears droop, whimpering.

    Noctis sweats, glaring at the Leafeon. "Probably for the best I changed the channel after hearing that show's title, what the hell."

    "It's a weird title, yes! But the characters are pretty decent!"

    "Eh…" Noctis stops clicking, the channel revealing Courtney and Sylock walking in the All Star battlefield. "Let's just watch the All Star Tournament instead."

    Delia returns to the couch, gasping. "Ooo, watching that big event, I see?"

    Noctis shrugs. "Yeah. Might as well since I'm home, plus the shows that's on right now are garbage."

    "Gotcha then." She sits on the couch beside the dragon, eyeing Mesmeren. "Hey, wanna come watch?"

    Mesmeren turns to the front window, looking out. "N-No. I'm…fine."

    "Alright."

    Everyone proceeds to eye the TV screen.

    . . .

    The crowd cheers at the four battlers in the stadium: Courtney and Sylock standing on the opposite side of their opponents. Bond taps his mic, smirking. "In today's match, we have Courtney the Lopunny and Sylock the Blaziken Vs Nia the Espeon and Mace the Drampa!"

    Nia and Mace stand before them, smiling. Mace nods. "It's a pleasure meeting you, Ms. Courtney and Mr. Sylock!" he says in a mannerly tone.

    Courtney salutes. "Likewise." She brings her fists up, jumping a bit. "Let's give this our all!" She stops, smirking. "Make it the greatest fight it can ever be."

    Nia giggles behind her paw. "I hope so, too!" She smiles widely.

    Sylock flinches, a brief image of another Espeon showing a similar smile. Even her voice sounds similar—the posture, too!

    What the… He pants, eyes widening. Why am I…

    Courtney looks at Sylock, blinking. "Um—"

    "Let the battle begin!" Bond and Zenith shout.

    Courtney yelps before the four rush towards each other, the crowd throwing their arms up with enthusiasm.

    "YOU GOT THIS, FAMS!" Justin yells, clenching his fists.

    "WOO! GO COURTNEY AND SYLOCK!" X exclaims.

    Ada folds her arms, her and Coleo squinting ahead. "So noisy…" they say.

    Courtney's fist jabs Mace, the Drampa's arm parrying it before he pushes her. He then flings his draconic breath, Courtney Quick Attacks to the side and slides across. As she dashes forward, Sylock kicks the Espeon rapidly, Nia ducking and hopping over them.

    The feline then pushes the Blaziken back with Psychic, the chicken gripping the ground with his claws. He blinks, another image of a Torchic shows up in his head: Struggling in a telekinetic hold. In front of the Torchic was an Espeon, grinning down at him. She said the following words:

    "Do as I say."

    Sylock snaps back to the present, snarling before unleashing a roaring stream of flames. The Espeon leaps over, the grass being eviscerated as the crowd roars onwards. The four go at it: Evading one move after another.

    . . .

    Ramon ducks, rolls, and even hops from the guard's Discharges. The ape pants, squinting at the amphibian. The guard clasps her hands, raging electricity twirls forward. Ramon grits his teeth, leaping to the side as the attack rams against the wall.

    The guard quirks her brow. "You haven't hit me yet."

    Ramon gulps. "Haha, I'm a-aware…" Jeez, she's aggressive!

    The newt's fist glows bright red, dashing after the disguised ape. She jabs the Infernape, Ramon blocking the Power-Up Punch as he grunts, sliding back. His arms wobble, phasing between his normal Zoroark's ones and the Infernape's.

    Ramon's eyes widen. OH NO! He turns his back towards the Toxtricity, jittering.

    CHANGE YOUR ARMS BACK! Nomar yells.

    I AM! I AM! Ramon clenches his teeth, his arms going through the wavy illusions. I-It's difficult!

    Just try to relax! Breathe and keep the illusion back up and going, okay!?

    O-Okay!
    Ramon takes a deep breath, closing his eyes. Eventually his arms go back to the Infernape's, opening his eyes before he and Nomar sigh.

    That was a close one…

    Tell me about i—
    Ramon's ears flicker, the Infernape jumping to the side as the guard hits the wall, her glowing fist fading.

    The newt eyes Ramon, her glare piercing his timidness. "Never turn your back on your opponent."

    Ramon gulps, nodding. "R-Right." He gets in a posture: Legs apart, arms up and ready. The guard jolts her lightning towards him, Ramon jumping back in time. He gasps at the Toxtricity instantly being close to him, thrusting another Power-Up Punch. He backflips away from the nearly-landed uppercut, sliding across the ground.

    M-Man… The Toxtricity crackles her electricity, having it surge throughout her. The illusion Infernape squints. She's fast!

    . . .

    "WOOO!"

    Courtney leaps up, white auras casting her. "This fight is awesome!" She Quick Attacks towards the dragon, ramming into him. Mace grunts, getting pushed as Sylock fires his immense flames at Nia: The crowd aweing at it all.

    Nia ducks and rolls from the Flamethrower, jumping over the last one. She lands down and uses Psychic on the flames, stopping it before it explodes. Dark clouds cast around Courtney and Sylock, blinding them momentarily.

    Merlin squints. "Hmph, can't see with all this dust cloud."

    Roan rests two hands on his cheeks, gasping. "What could be going on in there!?"

    Zenith points at the field, smirking. "THINGS ARE GETTING NUTS, FOLKS! ALL OF THAT EXCITEMENT HAPPENING BEHIND THOSE DUSTS!" They snap their fingers, the crowd shouting. "WHAT WILL HAPPEN NEXT!?"

    Courtney eyes around the dust, smirking. "Heh, must be some trick they have up their sleeves." Her back soon meets Sylock's, nodding. "We got this, right Sy?" No response. Before the Lopunny can say something else, a rainbow-colored beam soars towards the two.

    They both dodge, being airborne before Sylock is shrouded in pink auras, grunting. As the clouds start fading, Courtney gasps at Nia floating beside Sylock. "Oh crap!" Nia throws Sylock towards her, the two colliding and flailing all over the ground.

    Bond sips his tea, eyes widening. The Inteleon slams his cup down. "My my, what an intense comeback Nia did, everyone!"

    The crowd erupts with excitement except for Justin and co., the teen shaking his head. "Ah come on, you two! Y'all can do better than that!"

    "You guys were lit from the last match! Give them these two the same treatment!" X exclaims.

    Sylock jabs the ground, stopping him and Courtney from sliding further. As Nia lands on the ground, the Blaziken books after her, Courtney joining him. The Lopunny summons shaky energies onto herself and Sylock, both Agilitying towards forward.

    "Y'all two are going DOWN!" Courtney shouts.

    Mace jumps in front of Nia, roaring loud enough to blow his opponents away. The two groan, the Hyper Voice sliding them back. Courtney squints, standing up: Her arms hanging, her pants radiating.

    "Heh." The rabbit smirks. "These two sure are tough, ain't they Sy?"

    WHOOSH!

    The rabbit's smirk fades, the igniting flames rage at the corner of her eyes. She blinks, turning towards Sylock: Red-orange auras coating him, flames sprouting above. He glares ahead, snarling.

    "Uh…Sy," the lopunny tilts her head. "You don't need to use yer Rune, ya know?"

    Flames crackle around his fists, his Blaze Booster heightening with fury. Courtney lifts a finger. "Hey, are you hearing m—" Sylock jolts forward, wind blowing against the rabbit as she shields herself. "WHOA!"

    Sylock runs, his eyes fixating on Nia. The Espeon's eyes glows light blue to use Psychic, but the Blaziken fades. She blinks. "Where did he—ACK!" The Espeon is kicked to the stomach, jolting away from the Blaziken as she flails around.

    "AH!" Once she stops herself, she lifts up only to be met by a foot clenching her head. "Huh!?" Sylock slams her face to the ground, fiery igniting his eyes.

    The audience gasps, confusion rising.

    "Hey! I thought this was supposed to be a friendly competition! What's with the dirty beatings!?" Mace snarls, soundwaves emanating his maw. "Get off from Nia right now!" He unleashes his Hyper Voice, screeching. Sylock flicks his hand to the side, large flames shattering the voice barrier and ramming the Drampa. "ARGH!" He slides across, twitching.

    Sylock strokes Nia's head, blood seeping down. She screams, closing her eyes in pure agony.

    "LE-LET ME GO, YOU ASSHOLE!"

    Courtney watches the Blaziken, her hand to her lips. "Sylock?"

    The Blaziken glares, throwing the Espeon across the field. Nia flails all over the ground, hacking and coughing along the way. Sylock dashes after her, many imagery of a Torchic clouding his vision: Pleading, crying—he was on his knees, eyeing up an Espeon with a sickly smile.

    Sylock reaches Nia and knees her to the ground, cracks forming around her as his rage snaps him into the present. Nia grunts, her vision blurred. Before she can do anything, the Blaziken punches her face. And then he punches again. And again. Sylock jabs her with zero pause, blood spewing out of the Espeon's maw.

    Mace and Courtney's eyes widen, teeth jittering.

    "S-Stop!" Mace says, his tone weak. "Pl-Please!"

    "What are you doing, Sylock!?"

    The crowd stares in mortification, hands being pressed against mouths. X raises his brow, warping into disturbance. "What the hell is Sylock tripping on!?"

    Bond grits his teeth as Zenith looks at him, cranking their head. Bond nods and clicks on a button. "Guards, get Sylock off from Nia right now!"

    Within seconds, many bodyguards enter the field from both entries, jolting after the chicken. The moment they get close, Sylock stretches his arms out: Menacing flames pushing those guards away, all screaming and scattering across the field. Some are knocked out while others become injured, the crowd gasping in horror.

    And then Sylock keeps going. And going. More punches. One after another. A neverending bloodfest of pure rage. His eyes widen, his veins straining: It is like everything around him doesn't exist. Only him and that bitch of an Espeon, Xen—

    "STOP!"

    A single scream—a pleading one, pauses Sylock. He takes one good look at Nia: Her face is shrouded in blood, deep reds scattering along with a few broken teeth. She hardly moves, only making brief subtle grunts. The Blaziken turns to his side at a tearing Lopunny: Shaking and trembling. A vision of a Torchic takes her place, eyeing the Blaziken in dread.

    "Please…" Courtney utters. "Stop."

    Once the vision fades, Sylock looks at his hands: Blood dripping down, from the claws to the main hand itself—the cause of this whole disaster. He shakes, eyes quaking. Oh… He pants heavily, heart thumping rapidly. What…have I done? He turns to the entrance he and Courtney came from, dashing ahead: Tears trailing behind him.

    Courtney flinches, eyeing the fleeting bird. "W-Wait!" She follows.

    Everyone is speechless, both of the judges staring at the field in mortification. Many medics arrive inside, ushering towards the injured individuals.

    Zenith presses their lips to the mic. "...Courtney and Sylock are disqualified from the tournament." They look down. "We'll…take a short break after what happened."

    The crowd starts talking about the situation as the gang eyes each other: Dread, confusion—they paint them all.

    "...Holy shit." All Justin can blurt out.

    X points at him. "Yeah, no: I second what he said there. The hell was that about!?"

    Merlin clenches his staff. "I have no clue, but…goodness, was it scary to witness."

    "AAH!" Roan strokes his head: His eyes close, his mouth open. "I've never seen Sylock become so…menacing before!"

    Coleo nods. "Indeed, lad: What blimey all of tha' was!"

    "That's one way to put it, fam." Justin sighs. "This isn't the first time I've seen Sylock go apeshit, but like: Shit's still scary to see, though."

    Ada jolts up, Coleo clinging onto her head immediately. "Whoa there, lass!"

    "Let's meet up with those two quickly before they leave," the girl suggests, maneuvering around the seats.

    "Good idea, fam!" Justin follows her along with everyone else.

    And over at Noctis' home, Serene and Delia cover their lips in horror as Ethan trembles, gritting his teeth. Noctis lowers his brows, dropping the remote. "What…the fuck did I just watched?"

    Mesmeren looks behind her, blinking. "Hmm?"

    . . .

    Ramon keeps ducking the Guard Tester's punches, even dashing forward to slash her with Fury Swipes. The guard grunts, jumping back. She frowns, dusting herself.

    "Huh. You actually hit me, finally." The Toxtricity cracks her neck. "But it'll take a lot more than a single hit to prove your worth."

    "Figures."

    The guard clasps her hands, lightning dashing after the illusion Infernape. Ramon runs forward, jumping over the Discharge as his fingers glow white. The Amped leaps up, clashing her red punch with Ramon's white claws. Once the two moves propel them, the two rush forward: Unleashing a barrage of jabs they're throwing and dodging simultaneously.

    "Tch." The guard trips Ramon, the Infernape yelping. "Gotcha." Her fist coats in purple, sludgy aura: Jabbing forward.

    Oh no! Ramon and Nomar think, the former gnashing his teeth. He then jolts his tail towards the ground, flipping himself backwards as the Poison Jab hits the air. Sliding across the ground, the Infernape pants, keeping his fists up.

    The Guard Tester lifts her fists, coating them in purple auras. "Nice dodge. Keep it up." She dashes after him, her speed quick and nimble.

    The fake Infernape stands there, his eyes glowing red, crimson energy shrouding around. He howls, slamming his fists to the ground and expanding a forcefield towards the Toxtricity. The guard stops, gasping before being thrown towards the wall, groaning. She slides down, panting. Ramon pants as well, lifting his fists.

    "Am I worthy now?" he asks.

    The Toxtricity lays a hand on her knee, eyeing up the ape. She smirks. "Yep." Standing up, she rubs some dust and adjusts her cap. "You're free to go see the Spell now. Kellie's there too, by the way."

    "Sweet." Ramon is about to ru—

    "Hold it, though." The guard lifts her hand, Ramon stopping and turning.

    "...Yes?"

    "How did you use Night Daze?" The guard tilts her head. "I…don't remember any Infernapes having that move before."

    Ramon and Nomar gulp.

    Oh no. I-I didn't think this through!

    Quick! Think of an excuse and fast!

    Uh. Um. Uh—
    "I, erm, was born with a…" He trails for a bit. "Unique power!"

    "Unique…power?"

    The Infernape nods. "Yes. It allows me to use moves my kind normally wouldn't learn."

    The newt taps her chin. "Are you talking about Rune? Something that Nered chick has?"

    Ramon snaps his fingers. "Yes! That's what I was referring to!" He shakes his head, laughing. "I kept forgetting the name of that hidden power us Intellicates have. Goes to show how rare that power is."

    The guard shrugs. "That's fair, I guess."

    With that, Ramon dashes further into the cavern, the guard stepping back in front of the entrance.

    Oh my god, brother: She legit saved that lie of yours'.

    Y-Yeah!
    Ramon sighs. What a relief! …I-I guess.

    . . .

    Many Conjure goons eye their leader, Jester hopping up and down nonstop. "Come on, come on—COME. ON!" He stomps. "When are we ready to go!?"

    The cane-wielding woman rolls her eyes. "Be patient. This plan is long, unpredictable, and above all else: Life-changing."

    Arthur nods. "Agreed: Have some virtue in you, and understand that we may not even be ready ye—"

    "We're ready." The leader smirks, opening her eyes. "He's getting close to the Spell."

    Jester grins at the two Conjures. "You were saying?"

    "Silence," Arthur and the red-haired woman mutter.

    All of Team Conjure roar proudly, Jester whistling in approval. "Hotdog skillet, it's bout time we get this show on the road!" Blue auras sparkle around his hands, the man grinning. "I'm dying to drown these nimbwads, haha!"

    Lycus squints at the man. Wow. He blinks while shaking his head. He's making that Justin kid look like a masterpiece right now.

    The Team Conjure Leader opens her spellbook, the two admins sticking close to her. She chants two simple words inside: "Teleportation Spell." Blue light casts around everyone, their bodies ascending into it.

    Then everything cuts to darkness.


    Tick. Tock...

    You're almost there, everyone.
     
    Chapter 55.
  • Sonic Ramon

    Pokémon Trainer
    Pronouns
    He/Him/His
    Chapter 55: Destruction in Gloria Falls!

    Revival Falls Arc.

    The Blaziken shoves several people.

    "HEY!" two Mightyenas say in unison, raising their brows.

    Sylock doesn't care: Panting, sweating—drenching. A voice calls out to him, but he ignores it, continuing to run: Run like nothing in the world matters.

    "SYLOCK!" Courtney shouts, darting after the avian, the two reaching the main hall of the building. "PLEASE WAIT!"

    Sylock doesn't stop, inching close to the exit. Courtney twitches before speeding up, dashing around many people. Just when the double doors open, Sylock feels something behind him: A warm and calm hug.

    Courtney sniffles, burying into the Blaziken's back. "Please…stop running." She looks up. "Tell me what's wrong? Why…Why were you…"

    "..." Tears slide down Sylock's cheeks, shaking his head. I'm sorry. He pushes Courtney back, the Lopunny falling on her behind. Sylock leaves.

    Courtney gazes at the double doors closing, multiple footsteps dashing behind her. Justin and the others arrive, Ada lowering her brows while folding her arms.

    "What was that about?" she asks.

    Coleo lifts his setae. "Aye! What's the matte' with 'im?"

    Courtney shakes her head. "I have no clue, but…" She stands, sighing. "That's why I'm going to find out." She runs, the double doors opening for her. The six look at each other for a moment before nodding, following the Lopunny.

    . . .

    Ramon runs deeper into the cavern: His arms pouncing forward, his feet stomping the rough grounds. He pants, squinting. How long is this cave? Feels like I've ran for hours now.

    Beats me.
    Nomar snorts. At least I don't have to hyperventilate like crazy whenever I run for a long while.

    Hyperventilate?

    Oh. Uh…I can't remember the exact details, but it's more like: You breathe faster than normal.


    Ramon gazes to the side. Huh. This is my first time hearing about it.

    It's…been a struggle of mine that my parents had to deal with. Me, a wild Pokémon, hyperventilating.
    Nomar laughs. Pathetic, right?

    No. No you're not.
    The ape stops. I'm sure you've been helpful. Like the memory you showed me six days ago: Where you and I protected our parents from some wild Ursarings. He stares at his hand. I…may not remember it, but it's at least comforting to know that you and I have helped each other before. His hand grips. Like what we're doing right now.

    Heh. I guess you got some past beliefs in you after all. Thanks.


    Ramon smiles, rushing forward.

    Soon, the ape reaches the end of the cavern: Many more torches surround the center, providing the brightest possible light. In the middle lies Kellie nudging against a gray pedestal, bouncing their red shield like a basketball. They focus on what's at the pedestal: The black and white spellbook—the Revival Spell, closed and shut.

    Alright. Now convince them you'll take over from here.

    Ramon nods. Understood. He walks ahead.

    Kellie flinches, their attention jolting towards footsteps. "Hmm?" The shield ball fades. "What brings you here?"

    Ramon's hand presses his chest, smiling. "I was tasked to protect the Revival Spell and let you rest this time."

    "I see." Kellie waves their hand. "No need: I'll take care of the Spell all by myself today." A red shield casts around the spellbook, the individual smiling. "I appreciate the courtesy, though."

    Drats. I'd forgotten about them saying that yesterday. Hmm…What way can I convince them to leave? "Ah. But wouldn't this be a good time to rest after all you've done as a Spell Guardian?"

    Kellie caresses their chin. "Hmm…" Sighs. "As tempting as it sounds, nah: I've done enough of that with Ace and Nered." The blue jacket individual folds their arms. "Man, I even went to a water park with them last week. Had a ton of fun swimming around, tossing waters, and even cannonballing into this one massive pool!" They sigh once more, eyeing down while their shoulders slouching. "I had my fair share of rest, in other words. And I felt guilty about it."

    Ramon waves his hands around. "I mean, us Spell Guardians deserve breaks every now and then, you know? I heard that Forest fella even takes a stroll outside of Serenity!" Smiles.

    Kellie tilts their head. "Yeah. That's true." Shrugs. "But Forest only does that every once in a while, during the time I visited him." They scratch the back of their head, laughing in a nervous manner. "It…was a vacation I've decided to take after this duty was stressing and boring me out."

    After what happened with Serenity, I…can't exactly blame you. "I see." His tail flicks. "But still, perhaps a small break wouldn't hurt. Like a very small one. I'm only just going to protect the Spell for a little while."

    Kellie lays a finger by their cheek. "Hmm…I don't know." Their head shakes. "Even a small break can make me feel guilty about my duty."

    Jeez, does this person NOT like resting or something? Duties are the only thing they live by? Nomar grunts. How sad.

    Hey, it's a preference of theirs' to enjoy working more than resting. I don't find it sad.

    Ugh, whatevs. Just keep trying to convince them to go away.
    The fox groans. Can't believe a literal SMALL rest is enough to make them feel bad about not working!

    "Well, small breaks have their benefits. You see…"

    Ramon continues the discussion, his arms moving around as though he's explaining a very complex algebra problem.

    . . .

    One guard whistles, walking around Gloria Falls' open space with his buddies: A Beedrill and a Staryu. The man's hands are behind his head, bopping while smiling.

    "I'm telling you two: Carmen's gonna like me!" He forms a fist, his red hair shielding his eyes. "I can feel it in my bones, SON!"

    "Negative." The Staryu tilts their top hat, their tone robotic. "He was rolling his eyes after your flirtation, a common indication of the individual not being interested. Sometimes associated with annoyance."

    "They're rightzz! I'm telling you: Carmen lacked interestz in guyz who's not the muscular type, which you're not!" the Beedrill buzzes, caressing her head. "Also he's a Machampzz and you're a humanzz. Not sure how that'll go."

    "Ah bologna." The man pulls his left sleeve, flexing his bicep. "This bad boy is bout the same level as that Machamp's muscle." He waves his hand around, the three passing by Nered and the other guards. "And besides, Carmen's an Intellicate. Pretty sure he and I can consent in a relationship."

    The Beedrill rolls her eyes. "Whatever. Don't be sadzz when he rejectz you, either way."

    Soon the guard stops, eyeing the sky. "Uh…guys."

    The Beedrill and Staryu stop as well, eyeing the man. "What iz it?"

    The man simply points, leading the others to look: Blue lights cast themselves, fading in and out before descending.

    "What is that?"

    The Beedrill tilts her head. "Couldzz be a really, really bizarre shooting starz?"

    The Staryu tilts their head. "I do not recall a shooting star being this close to Gloria Falls, let alone moving." The red gem on the Pokémon flicks. "Why is such a possibility happening right now?"

    The light reveals itself to be the entirety of Team Conjure: All charging up their Magic moves, a sickly smile painting across them.

    The man grits his teeth. "MAYBE THAT'S WHY: THOSE AIN'T NO SHOOTING STARS AT ALL!" He is the first to get hit by a Mystical Projectile, screaming while crashing into a random dumpster.

    "Huh!?" every guard says, eyeing up.

    Many more Magic moves barrage the guards, knocking some of them out. Once the Conjures land, one grunt smirks and tosses their magical bomb at a building, destroying it into bits. The guards recover and waste no time charging towards Conjure, their weapons ready.

    Team Conjure duke it out with them, defeating some of them via jabbing and clawing—even tossing explosions to blow several away! Those guards slide across the ground, ramming against a building near the medic tent. The Spell Guardians exit the building.

    "What the fuck!?" a Ferrothorn exclaims, he and the others glaring ahead.

    The leader, two admins, Jester, Arthur, the cane wielding Conjure, Xenia, and Lycus land last: Gazing at their followers punching one guard while tossing another with a magical fishing rod. The Floatzel blinks, shaking his head.

    "Did…did I just see one of them have a fishing rod made of magic!?" he exclaims.

    Jester laughs. "Pretty wacko debacles we Sorcerous can do, eh?"

    Lycus just stares. "I'm going to pretend that I understood that and say yes."

    Over by the large waterfall, Nered and her guards gaze at several Conjures: A mess immediately being made, thanks to the explosions and crashing.

    The Roserade frowns. "What's the meaning of this?" Some Conjures head towards her, enchanting auras sparkling around their arms and legs. She squints, casting sludges around her hands, her Poison Barb dangling behind. She rushes forward, the guards nodding: Some follow her while others remain behind.

    Aquatic auras shroud Jester's hands, smirking. "I'll drown you all!" He leaps forward, joining his fellow comrades.

    The Conjure Leader scans the area, slipping her pink spellbook inside of her coat. "Arthur, Sully, Xenia, and Lycus: Help Jester keep the guards busy."

    "Hmph." Sully closes her eyes, red energy coating her hands. "Yes, Miss Silver." She and Arthur follow Jester, the latter charging up his wind. Lycus and Xenia follow suit, the Floatzel gripping his katana's hilt.

    The leader turns to her admins. "Raiden, R: You're coming with me." She digs in her coat's pocket, shuffling. "We have a friend to meet, a Spell to obtain, and—" she takes out a syringe, green substances circulating within. "A Zoroark to put down."

    Raiden and R nod, the latter adjusting her gold necklace. "No problemo, Carly!" R says with enthusiasm.

    Xenia smirks, large translucent arms spawning from her back before ramming some of the guards. She licks her lips, flicking away a nearby Torkoal with Psychic. My goal. It's close. She hops over another guard, slamming him with her invisible hand, smiling as blood forms around him. It's. So. Very. CLOSE.

    One guard leaps towards her, violet auras encasing his fist. "AAAAAAH!"

    Lycus slices him in half, the man coughing out blood while falling. He and Xenia land on the ground, exchanging grins.

    Carly and her admins walk past the gruesome fights, a hand behind her back, eyeing one thing: The waterfall. One Conjure jolts towards her, screaming while airborne. Jester quickly grabs them with his mini-river, setting them down before thrashing some nearby guards.

    "Thanks, Jes!" the grunt says.

    "IT'S COMMANDER J, NIBTUB!" Jester drowns two guards in his rivers.

    Lycus squints. I don't like this man. He collides his katana against a guard's sword, Ice Punching them afterwards.

    . . .

    The main three stop, eyeing a Roserade and the guards beside her. Carly puts away her syringe, her head shakes. "Oppositions, I see." Squints. "Unfortunate."

    Nered readies her Sludge Bombs. "Who are you and what are you doing here!?"

    Raiden folds her arms. "It's for businesses only." She adjusts her black shades. "Surely you'll understand."

    Nered grits her teeth. "Absurdité!" She stomps. "Your business is hurting mes amis—mon devoir!" A red mask casts over her. "You won't continue any further!" She jolts forward, tossing her sludges while green auras shroud her.

    Carly closes her eyes. "Hmph." She dashes towards the Roserade, blue flames trailing behind. Reaching her arm back, she scoops up the flames and hits the sludges, her Trickster Dash colliding against Nered's Masquer La Vitesse. The girl then kicks the Roserade, crashing her into a nearby building.

    R claps her hands, her gold bracelets jiggling. "Nice one, Carly!"

    Carly looks at R, deadpanned. "Thanks," she says in the dryest tone possible.

    "D'aww, don't be like that!" A few guards rush towards the three before R and Raiden use Mystical Projectile, blasting them away. "It was a nice compliment!"

    "I know." Carly's face remains unwavering before kicking a Clobbopus guard like a football, the poor fella screaming towards a nearby bush. "I appreciate it. Really."

    The three walk towards the waterfall, the guards ahead preparing their weapons, one of them cocking their shotgun. Raiden rolls her eyes, her hands glowing blue. "Carly, how many times do I have to tell you that no one can tell if you're happy or not by always being stoneface?" She flicks her arms forward, blue energies dashing at the guards and exploding on contact.

    The guards scream, falling into the waterfall pit. Carly rests her hands by her hips. "Raiden, you know why I do it."

    "Yes yes, I understand that! But still, it makes it difficult for us to tell how you're feeling."

    R nods. "Mhm! Just smile every now and then." She elbows the teen leader. "Nothing's wrong with that." Carly blinks for a moment before continuing onwards. R sighs, shaking her head. "Or don't, I suppose. Your choice."

    The three reach the entry as Nered groans, slowly walking out of the building. She strokes her arm, gnashing her teeth while closing one eye. She watches the three descend down the stairway. "No!" She's about to run ahead until Sully and Arthur stand in her way: Red auras surrounding Sully's cane while the man grips his lance, purple sparkles shrouding his hands. The two glare, Nered backing away. "La merde…"

    . . .

    The medics panic throughout the tent, guiding as many patients out as possible. A doctor taps Elizabeth, the Glaceon opening her eyes at a gradual pace.

    "We need to get out of here now befo—" the doctor is shot by a magical beam, ramming against the tent while screaming.

    Elizabeth signals herself to leave, rushing out in the back. She jumps into the bushes, eyeing the situation within. A large stream of river sweeps up the entire place, the Glaceon's eyes widening with dread, trembling.

    "Gl-Gla…" She whimpers, her ears twitching to the sound of a laughing nutjob. She turns to the source: The wavy-hair maniac Jester floats above, pushing one guard with his rivers after another.

    The commander laughs and laughs, slamming three Goodras towards the ground before flinging them into a nearby waterfall. "HOW DO YOU LIKE THEM APPLES, YOU FICKLE KNOCKS!?" Snorts. "THOSE NAYSAYERS ALWAYS SAY THEY'RE BETTER THAN ME!" One man launches towards him before he smacks him away. "BULLYING ME INTO SUBMISSION!" Jester strokes his chaotic hair, his shades tilting, his red eyes rattling. "BUT WHO'S THE BULLY NOW, YOU NIMBWITS!" Grinning, the young man slams two guards, puppeting them in his aquatic balls.

    The Glaceon quakes, weeping as Jester laughs. And laughs.

    And laughs.

    . . .

    "O-Oh Arceus! So that's what h-happened!"

    Mesmeren trembles, covering her maw while in front of the middle couch. The tapir whimpers, looking at Noctis and the other three with shaky eyes. The TV is off by this point, the five contemplating.

    "F-First Ramon hasn't come home yet, and n-now this!"

    Ethan whines, nuzzling close to Serene as she pats him, doing her best to calm him down while also feeling distraught. Delia stares at the Drowzee. "Mesmeren: Was Sylock…always like this?" Everyone looks too, the Drowzee eyeing away.

    "I-I don't know!" She whines. "This is my first time seeing Sylock…acting this violent. I-I hardly knew much about him, s-so I'm as t-terrified as you all are."

    Serene lowers her ears. "He just kept hitting that poor Espeon. Over and over." Shivers. "E-Everyone was telling him to stop! But he kept going!"

    "Yeah." Delia frowns. "Did he…have some sort of grievances against that Espeon?"

    Noctis snarls. "I'm not sure, but he's pretty suspicious for doing that." His arms fold.

    Mesmeren scratches the back of her head. "...W-Well, actually…" She nudges her fingers together. "I-I recall Courtney mentioning him and her being in this center."

    Delia tilts her head. "Center?"

    "Y-Yeah: The Serenity Vicious Center is its name, I-I believe." Her feet shuffle. "It's where they detain p-people who do bad things. It…could relate to Sylock's behavior here."

    Noctis quirks his brow. "And how do you know?"

    "Courtney was talking about it two days ago, where we were stuck in a cabin because of an ongoing w-war between two kinds."

    "I see…" Noctis stares down, succumbing to thoughts.

    BOOM!

    The five blink, eyeing the front windows. Screams utter from the outside, the civilians running off to the right.

    Noctis raises his brow. "What the hell?" They all head over to the windows, spotting vague explosions and a river afar. "What's happening at Gloria Falls?"

    Mesmeren bites her lip. "R-Ramon…He's still out there." She whimpers, shaking her head. "I-I'm sorry, but I gotta go find him!" She latches the doorknob and twists, rushing outside.

    Noctis flinches, holding his hand out. "Hey, wait just a moment!" Blinks. "Annnnnnd she's gone."

    "Wait for me, Mesmeren!" Delia looks behind her and runs towards her bow hanging on the wall, grabbing it. Before she can leave, Noctis stands in her way.

    "Stay here."

    "Why? I can't leave Mesmeren out there all by herself! What if she gets hurt?"

    Noctis frowns. "What if these two get hurt?" He points at Serene and Ethan. "I can't look after them by myself, knowing what happened last time."

    "Good point, but—" her bangs shuffle, the woman sighing. "Sorry, Noctis: Mesmeren's a kid, too. I'm not leaving her out there by her lonesome." She jolts off, closing the door.

    "But—" the lizard looks out of the window, watching Delia turn a corner on the sidewalk. He sighs. "...You know what, she has a point."

    Serene taps his side. "Should…we go after them?"

    Noctis shakes his head. "No. I want to make sure no robbers come by like last time."

    The Leafeon lowers her head. "I see. Hope Mrs. Phoenix and Mesmeren are alright."

    Ethan snuggles up Serene, nodding. "S-Same here…"

    The three stare out of the window, silence emanating.

    . . .

    "Uff! HEY!" one man shouts.

    "Eek! Watch where you're going!" a woman shouts, brushing her dress.

    Sylock keeps running and shoving, tears flying by. Arceus, what have I done? He doesn't even care about the blood drying his hands: Running is all he can think of. Just— whimpers. Why did she have to ruin my fucking life!?

    Nearing ahead is the All Star Gym: Ace, Tress, Jewel, and a Pidgeot are seen leaving it, the Pidgeot having a gray bag on themself.

    The man and his two Pokémon wipe their foreheads. "Phew, that sure was intense! You put up a fight with my Pokémon and I, Kevin." Ace smiles. "I really dig it!"

    Tress and Jewel snicker. "Same here!" Tress says, nuzzling Ace's leg.

    "Me too!" Jewel follows, holding the man's hand.

    Kevin adjusts their bag, nodding. "I'm very proud of how much I've accomplished there." They caress their chest, smirking while their eyes close. "I flew over the Spirit Break, Quick Attacked the Aqua Tail, tripped the ribbons, and Whirlwinded the sorcery Mega bonds!" They wiggle their wings at Ace and Jewel for emphasis, Jewel laughing awkwardly. "I did everything I could to solo this match!"

    Ace digs in his pocket. "And you did amazing!" He takes out a gym badge: Pink and Blue colors split apart on this pixie wing-shaped badge. "Here's the Harmonic Badge."

    Kevin accepts the badge, slipping it into their bag. "With utmost gratitude, Mr. Vermilion."

    Soon Sylock pushes Kevin and Ace aside, dashing forward.

    "Whoa!" Ace yelps, Jewel and Tress aiding him in time.

    "EXCUSE YOU!" the Pidgeot squawks. "THAT'S NOT NICE TO SHOVE SOMEONE, MISTER!"

    The ponytail man blinks. "Huh? Isn't that—"

    BOOM!

    The four eye the loud noise afar, some civilians looking at each other in confusion. Kevin yelps.

    "Good heavens, what in the world was that!?"

    The man squints, curiosity piquing. "I…have no clue." Tress and Jewel whimper, clinging onto their trainer in concern.

    Suddenly Courtney zips past the four, panting as six more of her friends follow along.

    "Excuse me, coming through!" Justin shouts, all making a mad dash towards the city's center.

    Blinking in disbelief, Ace caresses his chin. "That's weird." He then waves at the Pidgeot, dashing after the gang. "Good luck with the fifth Gym Leader at Majestic City!"

    Tress and Jewel nod at each other, following their trainer. Kevin blinks, scratching their head. "Erm, sure thing…"

    . . .

    Sylock keeps running. And running: Bypassing the statues, going up the slope—just overall not paying attention to anything around him.

    God…

    His heart thumps.

    I…Why did I…

    He eventually stops at the Pokémon Center, stroking its wall. He gasps, eyes widening.

    He can hear her…

    "Ahaha!" Her laughter.

    "I can simply tell them what you did." Her taunting.

    "Follow my demands, toy. And maybe…you'll be set free." Her orders.

    Sylock shakes his head, tears sliding. I thought if I no longer talk, I'd turn into a better person, but— he eyes his blood-soaked hands. No…doing that made me worse. He grips his fists, wincing. Maybe I shouldn't be around anyone. Maybe I should leave everyone behind, including Cour—

    "Sylock?" The Blaziken blinks to the Lopunny calling him, turning around. Tears stream down her cheeks, dripping on the ground. "Why did you run off like that? And…" She strokes her side, Justin and the others catching up.

    "Yo dude, what was that about?" X says, raising his brow.

    As they're about to question further—

    BOOM!

    Another explosion occurs, all turning to the source: The entry to Gloria Falls ahead, purple smoke escaping it. A Conjure grunt blasts out of the entrance, landing next to the group.

    "WHOA!" Everyone jumps, eyeing him down.

    The grunt opens his eyes, gasping at Justin and Ada. "Ah SHIT, it's these kids again!" He hops up. "Gotta tell the others!"

    "Ayo, wait just a mo—" the Conjure jolts towards the entrance with his beams, Justin lowering his hand. "Huh!?"

    Everyone looks at each other: Perplexed.

    "You saw what I saw, right!?" X says.

    "Yes: What's a Team Conjure member doing here!?" Ada exclaims, lowering her brows.

    "I knew it. I knew there was a terrorist attack going on," Ace says, the group turning around and looking at him. "My hunch was right."

    Merlin tilts his head. "Ace? What are you doing here?"

    Tress and Jewel catch up with the man as he speaks, "Wondering what's going on between the explosion I've heard and you guys going after this Blaziken." He points to Sylock, who looks away afterwards.

    "Yeah, uh, homie here did some wild shit."

    Ace eyes Justin, his hands by his hips. "Such as?"

    Another explosion erupts from the fall, the group yelping.

    Roan grits his teeth. "Looks like that answer may have to wait, Ace sir!"

    Ace frowns. "So it seems."

    "Y'all think we should check it out?" Justin asks.

    Ace nods. "That's the right way of approaching this. Plus…" Pink auras spark around his hands. "My friends are in there."

    Before the group moves forward, Mesmeren and Delia appear in front of them, Mesmeren panting like crazy. They all look at each other with confusion.

    "Mom? What are you doing here?"

    Delia points to Mesmeren. "Going after her since she wanted to go find Ramon."

    Mesmeren looks down. "A-And I have yet to see him!"

    Rumbles ripple from Gloria Falls, everyone yelping back.

    "Oh my goodness, what's happening in there!?" Delia asks.

    Coleo nudges his dagger's hilt. "I don't know, but it hav' somethin' to do with them Conjure fellas."

    "Conjure…the same group that ruined our village?"

    "Yes." Ada lowers her brows. "And it's why we need to go in there, asap!"

    The Drowzee brings her hand out. "But wait, what about Ramon?" Whimpering, she holds her hands together. "H-He's been gone for a while now. I'm—" squeezes. "I-I'm worried about him."

    Justin and Ada look at each other for a brief moment, nodding. "We'll find him, fam. Trust us."

    Ada points at the Falls' entry. "Let's start with Gloria Falls since there's a lot happening there."

    Merlin nods. "Sounds like a solid idea. Let's go."

    Mesmeren eyes everyone for a moment before nodding. "O-Okay…"

    As the group heads toward the entrance, Justin and Ada stand beside Courtney and Sylock.

    "We almost forgot to give these back," Justin says, her and Ada handing the two their swords.

    The Intellicates accept them, nodding. "Thanks." Courtney lays a hand on Sylock's shoulder, sighing as the two stop. "And Sylock…"

    Sylock eyes the Lopunny, somberness creeps in. He opens his mouth only to stop halfway, gritting his teeth. He looks away. Don't even bother. I'm a disgrace.

    Courtney hugs him. "You're an important friend to me." She pulls back, staring into the chicken's eyes. "Never forget that, alright?"

    Sylock blinks, eyeing the rabbit. "..." He slowly nods, leading Courtney to give off a calm yet dreary smile.

    Courtney cocks her head. "Let's go catch up with the others now."

    With that, the two follow everyone into Gloria Falls, Sylock glaring ahead.

    But why…?

    . . .

    The ceiling shakes, rumbling throughout the top of the cavern. Kellie looks up, blinking.

    "What's going on up there?" they say.

    Nomar gasps. Your cue, Ramon!

    Ramon nods, frowning. Right. He steps towards Kellie. "I'll look after the Spell while you check out the noise above!"

    Kellie looks at the ape and nods. "Gotcha." They tap the ape's shoulder, smirking. "Plus I'll need that short break afterwards, anyways. Thanks for the suggestion!" Their smirk then fades, the person rushing off into the darkness.

    Ramon gazes at the pedestal: The Revival Spell sitting idly, intriguing the eye of the beholder. He shakes, gulping and sweating, his heart racing like crazy.

    "Is…Is this really happening?" Ramon says, his tail wagging. Am I really—

    Yes, you will! You'll be reunited with me, Ramon!
    Nomar yaps, excitement rushing through his tone. Now's your chance!

    Ramon nods, his Illusion fading. The Zoroark walks towards the spellbook, opening it. He blinks for a moment. "...Okay, how do I—" he groans, caressing his head.

    Wh-What's wrong!?

    The fox shakes his head. "Sorry. Probably feeling light-headed from having to keep the illusion up: I'm okay now, haha." He frowns. "Anyways, I was going to ask: How do I revive you?"

    Just say my name and then repeat the phrase 'Revival Spell' over and over, Nomar explains. I think those words should be in the book itself!

    Ramon eyes the book, the words 'Revival Spell' spreading throughout. "Alright. Sounds simple enough."

    Now hurry before we'll never get this opportunity again!

    "Right." Ramon takes a deep breath, closing his eyes: Smiling. "I can't wait to see you in person, Nomar."

    Likewise.

    Ramon opens his eyes quickly, flinching. He…he thinks he heard Nomar say that in a tone he's unfamiliar with, one that unsettles him. But he shakes his head, paying no mind to that now! He clears his throat.

    "Nomar." Nods. "Revival Spell Revival Spell Revival Spell Revival—" he keeps going and going until—

    PHOOSH!

    His body glows brightly along with the book. He stares off to the side.

    Something…doesn't feel right.

    The glowing intensifies.

    The lies I've told. The lengths I've gone to reach this point.

    Glows brighter.

    I should be happy about meeting someone who's my relative. Someone that I cherished. Someone that I loved.

    Glows even brighter.

    Someone…who thinks the same way about me, too.

    The glow radiates further.

    So then…

    Ramon and the book stop glowing, everything fading into silence.

    Why am I having a horrible feeling about this?

    A white, glowing orb springs out of the Zoroark, landing beside him. He looks: The orb shifting into a shape similar to his'. Once the light fades, a Shiny Zoroark lies in its place, blue hair and all. The fox opens his eyes, smiling.

    "Ramon…" Is all he says.

    "Nomar…"

    The blue Zoroark hugs the red one: Sighing, caressing his hair. "Thank you."

    Ramon smiles shyly. "Y-You're welcome!" He hugs back. "So…what no—"

    SHNK!

    "AGH!" Ramon coughs, blood oozing out of his maw.

    Nomar's right claw seeps deep inside of him, his other hand pushing the fox forward. He whispers:

    "Thank you for freeing me, my descendant."


    .

    Well then, bet y'all didn't expect that plot twist, huh? Or perhaps you did! To those that did: Congrats! I hope all the hints I've been sprinkling about Nomar here and there was worth it for ya, and to those that didn't expect the twist, I hope you like it regardless!

    Stay tune for next Friday, folks! Because from here onwards: The story will shift into a direction I am both nervous yet excited for at the same time! Also Chapter 56 will showcase Nomar and all of his betrayal glory! Cya by then~
     
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    Chapter 56.
  • Sonic Ramon

    Pokémon Trainer
    Pronouns
    He/Him/His
    Chapter 56: Dne the Magic Reign.
    Revival Falls Arc.

    Henry squints, clenching the Thundurus as tightly as possible. Zethor keeps flying ahead, his menacing speed persisting as he glares. Penelope gasps, touching her chest. Henry stares at her.

    "What is it?"

    "My…Kind Sensory." Penelope looks back. "It's starting to fade away on him."

    The teen gnashes his teeth. Dammit. Are we too late? Henry taps Zethor's shoulder. "Fly faster."

    The Therian nods before zooming forward, the three further clinging onto him. He soars across the wide land of Wizlore, heading towards the northeast.

    . . .

    SLAM!

    The fox's face hits the ground first, coughing out black blood one after another. They form around him like a pool within seconds, Ramon covering his wound. His eyes widen, his teeth clenching: Stroking the ground in agony.

    All the Zoroark can think of is one simple word: "Why?"

    Nomar gets on his knees, poking the fox's nose. "Oh calm down, will you? I didn't stab you THAT badly." He looks at his bloody paw, his claw dripping black liquid. "Okay maybe I did a little." Snickers. "Regardless, I'm freed thanks to you. Meaning I don't need you anymore."

    The fox sniffs the air, sighing before smiling. "Been waiting for ages since my soul drifted from body to body, hoping to spring back to life." The blue fox blinks, tapping his chin. "For the third time, anyways."

    "Ach…Wh-What?" Ramon questions before coughing up more blood.

    Nomar blinks once again before bursting in laughter: Falling on his back, covering his stomach. "Oh my GOD!" He flails his legs like a spoiled brat, snorting. Ramon shakes, staring while sitting in his own demise. "You don't know anything about me, do you?"

    "What do you…" Ramon whimpers, squeezing his wound.

    "My true self, dumbo. Duh." Nomar sits up as the ceiling above shakes, crossing his legs. He leans his claws against each other. "I'll explain it to you simply: My first time being alive was against a rebel group led by my wife. She betrayed me because I was 'too power-hungry for Magic'." Snarls. "That stupid BITCH." He hits the ground. "Hope her soul is being tossed around by Giratina's tendrils."

    What.

    Nomar waves his hand up and down. "Anywho, that's also my first time becoming a deity from all that magnificent magic before being defeated by those rebels."

    'Deity'...? Ramon pants, looking off to the side.

    "My second time being alive was when humans abused their Magic to bring me back to life." He smirks. "I've gained some pretty nifty followers appreciating my fantastic powers!" Red auras shine around his right hand. "...Although, I did have some genuine creepsters as my followers." Stroking his head, the Zoroark looks down. "I do NOT want to remember Hank the Great. Awful follower. 0/10. Wouldn't recommend to parties at all." He squints. "Fucking weirdo was looking at my ass too, what the hell."

    I…I don't get this guy. Ramon grunts.

    Nomar blinks. "What was I saying?" His fingers snap. "Oh right: I was then defeated AGAIN by two humans, Pauline Phoenix and Vincent Silver. And now, after many or so years of soul traveling: Here we are." Smirks. "'Third time's the charm' really is a true saying, after all!" He slaps his knee. "HA!"

    "Wait, did you mention Pauline and Vincent…?"

    Nomar blinks while shaking his head. "No, I was talking about Vauline and Pincent." Smacks his head. "Of COURSE I mentioned those two, dumbass!"

    The red fox stares at his blood, eyes widening. "So…that means—"

    "Yes: I'm Dne the Magic Reign!" Nomar claps his hands. "Thank you for coming to that conclusion. I was worried you wouldn't get it, but atlas—" he pokes Ramon's head, the fox groaning. "Maybe you have some brain power, after all."

    This…guy.

    Nomar eyes himself, sighing. "Unfortunately though, I'm not in my powerful form: My true deity self, in other words." He snaps his fingers, his body morphing in place.

    Ramon watches, trembling. Nomar soon takes on an appearance of…some kind of bizarre amalgamation of multiple things: The large fluffy tail of a Zorua, the long blue hair of a Zoroark, the blue claws on his fingers, and overall having a dark skin tone to their humanoid look. They retain their green eyes, blue spots appearing on the side of their lips, their mane flourishing their chest.

    Ramon looks at them: Shock beyond belief. "H-Huh!?"

    "What? Too tacky for ya?" Nomar laughs, their tone low. "Probably just jealous of my totally flawless and handsome looks!"

    The Zoroark cringes. I can't with him…

    The hybrid clears their throat, their hair lacking the orb at the end, letting it flow. "But yes, this is how I look in my deity form." Their body morph again, reverting to their Zoroark self. "In case you're wondering: No, that's not me using Illusion. Otherwise, I would've had a headache from casting so many details there."

    "Wh-What?" Ramon blinks. "So then…how did you—" he winces, stroking the ground. "C-Change your appearance?"

    The Shiny Zoroark smirks. "That's for you to find out in the future, hehe." Nomar sticks his tongue out. Before Ramon can utter something else, Nomar cuts him off, "By the way, Dne does, in fact, go by they/them pronouns. Generally speaking, anyway." He waves his hand around. "Most historians get my pronouns right, but…" He pouts, folding his arms as rumbles happen around the cavern. It soon stops. "There are some who misgendered me for no reason at all! I was even given a 'helicopter' gender at one point. Legit, huh?"

    Ramon blinks. "Oh…"

    "Yeah: The nerve of some people, right?"

    "I see…" Half of Ramon's face is painted in blood, the fox wincing.

    Nomar snaps his fingers. "Oh! I almost forgot about this one fact you're definitely thinking about right now." Pointing, the blue fox sighs. "I ain't your brother: I'm your long distant ancestor, as I've implied."

    "U-Ugh…" Ramon coughs out more blood and gnashes his teeth, Nomar being unphased by the pool forming around him. "S-So everything you told me…About how we met, your death—It was all a lie?"

    Nomar looks up, claws to chin. "The answer's yes and no." He waves his hands around. "It's true that you used to be a wild Nativu and was taken away by a group of scientists in the forest, which I believe was Avalon Woods. Wait, was it 'Forest'?" His eyes roll. "Don't care, didn't ask."

    Even though you just di—

    "It's also true that we're relatives, along with you being separated from your parents." Nomar taps his head, standing. "It's how those events unfold that the lies kick in." Claws lay on top of the Revival Spell, Nomar grinning. "You see, those anonymous groups of scientists—" he grabs the spellbook.

    "Were really the Prospective Institute scientists saving you from Pokémon Hunters all along!" Nomar shakes his free hand.

    "What!?" Ramon winces.

    "That's not all!" He eyes Ramon. "Wanna know who was there with them?" He leans down, showing his toothy grin. "Dr. Xander Yvonne."

    Ramon's eyes warp into pure disbelief, widening. "Y…Yvonne!?"

    "Yep." Nomar taps the book. "There's also that Travis fella being there too, but he's irrelevant to our sweet saga." He shrugs. "Figure you should know, though. Heh."

    Ramon trembles. "Is…Is all of this true?" His hands quake, his legs nimble. "How am I, ngh, not sure that you're lying about this, too?"

    "Hmm, I got a better question for ya: How did I get revived not too long ago?" Ramon goes silent from such a question, leading Nomar to chuckle. "There's your answer to it being true. I appreciate your questioning, though." Grins. "Just tells me that you're learning."

    "Ugh…" Ramon pants, coughing up his blood.

    Nomar clears his throat. "But yes, I'd twist those events to fit my own narrative: Using whatever bit of my deity powers left to fit the cause of how we first met, how I 'died', and so forth."

    Tears stream down the red fox's face, whimpering. "So…the times we've spent together. The times we've loved each other…" His teeth gnashes. "W-Was it all for nothing? Did…any of it meant anything to you?"

    Nomar gazes off to the side. "...Some of those times did mean something to me." His eyes close, the fox chuckling. "I did get close to you, a little. Like how I was questioning whether or not the things I do were for the best." Sighs. "Despite the made-up brother persona, those really were the times I was being genuine."

    He shakes his head. "In the end though, it hardly matters: I used you, finally being brought back to life again." Nomar dangles the spellbook above Ramon. "Once again, thank you for helping me after all these times."

    "You…" Ramon strokes the blood-soaked ground, gnawing his teeth.

    "'You' what? Wanna finish that sentence? Or is that piss baby wound stopping you?" He laughs. "Arceus, you're pathetic. Yes, I'm insulting both you and the creator themself."

    "U-Ugh…"

    Nomar then looks to the side, snarling. "Anyways, I'll admit: I didn't like how reckless Xenia and Lycus were at charging up the Bitter Glory."

    Ramon's ears flicker. "H-Huh!?"

    Nomar rolls his eyes. "You being killed by those Nativus would've made this revival plan fail hard." He forms a fist. "So thank fuck you used your Rune at the last minute." The fox shakes his head. "I'll be sure to file my complaints about them soon."

    "W-Wait, is—" Ramon pants. "Is Lycus in on this?"

    "Yep. In fact—" the Shiny Zoroark spreads his arms. "The entirety of Team Conjure is involved in 'Operation Revive Dne', as the plan was called!" He giggles. "Good to know I still have followers even after all these years."

    "I…" The fox trembles. "H-How long has this…plan been active?"

    Nomar pokes his snout. "Hmm…For some time now, I wanna say." He folds his arms, tilting his head. "Been a pretty long plan though, so my memory's kinda fuzzy there."

    That's…not helpful in the slightest.

    The Zoroark shrugs. "Who cares? The plan is a success, anyways."

    "..." Ramon stares off. "...Why?"

    Nomar quirks his brow. "Hmm?"

    "Why are you doing this?"

    "What kind of stupid ass…" Nomar shakes his head, throwing his arms up. "To return back to life, duh!"

    Ramon whimpers. "Oh. R-Right…"

    Nomar gazes at the spellbook, frowning. "Although, for a more…concrete answer: I want total control of everything in this world."

    "E-Everything…?"

    "Yes." The blue fox smirks at Ramon. "Just to prove to everyone in this shithole of a planet that I'm always in the right and can do no wrong." Chuckling, he closes his eyes. "People of all kinds, Pokémon and humans, doubted my capabilities." He frowns. "They're fools—absolute morons for believing such a thing."

    He shoots his red projectiles into the ceiling. "How could anyone look at this—" some debrises fall, landing beside Ramon. "...and not think I should be the savior, you know?"

    "I…I don't know." Ramon coughs. "N-Nor think that's…anything remotely good."

    "Hmph. Figure someone I've betrayed wouldn't understand." Nomar stands up again. "You'll probably get it in duetime. Probably not." Stretches, his back turning against Ramon as more rumbles happen above. "Regardless, this world is mine."

    "Ngh…" Ramon coughs again, black blood turning the cavern into a mess at this point. This guy is insane!

    Nomar blinks before ducking, something jolting over him and slamming against the wall. He turns: Kellie groaning, sliding down.

    "Oooo." The fox darts at the darkness, paws hovering over his snout. "You probably should've given me a head-start before kicking this individual's ass!"

    "I see you're as insolent and blunt as your non-physical form," a stern feminine tone says, catching Ramon's attention. Walking out of the darkness is Carly and her two admins, the leader gazing at the Pokémon.

    Nomar grins deviously, lifting his arms. "Hello hello, Carly Silver."

    "I thought we'd address this before: Go by Mistress Silver."

    "I thought we'd address this before: I will absolutely not."

    Carly simply exhales, digging in her pocket. "Here." She takes out the Bitter Glory gem and tosses, Nomar catching it with no problems. He then hands her the Revival Spell, to which she slips inside of her coat. She closes her eyes, hands in pockets. "I've been looking forward to this ever since I obtained the Teleportation Spell from Synchronic."

    "Synchronic?" Ramon winces. "What…is she talking about?"

    Nomar's hand glows red, gripping the purple gem. "Don't you know? Synchronic Village is the first time I communicated with Miss Carly, guiding her on obtaining the other Spells while inching our way towards my revival."

    Carly nudges her temples. "Some correction: I already know the eight Spells' location." She points at the Shiny Zoroark. "I just needed him alive so that finding the rest will be a very easy task, thanks to having a powerful deity by our side." She caresses her chin. "Although, obtaining the Spells is the only way to give him his deity status. That's our goal here."

    Nomar squints. "Way to steal my thunder, Carlos."

    "I beg your pardon?"

    R and Raiden snort, the Team Conjure Leader shaking her head.

    Ramon grunts. "You…know about the Spells' location?" His eyes half close. "How?"

    Carly stares at Ramon, deadpanned. "I'm not telling you."

    "O-Oh…"

    "Oh come on! Humor the fella with your info," Nomar teases.

    Carly shakes her head. "Negative. Even if he's dying, I'm not risking such information being revealed because of them." She points at the injured Kellie over yonder.

    Nomar looks. "Ah. Fair enough." He clasps his hands. "Oh and by the way, that's the same day I got connected with you, Ramon! Problem though: You were knocked unconscious before I even communicated with ya." The blue fox takes a deep breath, the gem shooting directly inside of his arm. He exhales, the Bitter Glory forming on his chest above his mane. "Ah, welcome home, my little buddy. I named it 'BG'!" He waves his hand. "Very creative, I know."

    R eyes the gem in awe, gasping. "Oh my GOODNESS!" She clasps her hands together, resting on them. "The Bitter Glory looks amazing on you!"

    Nomar smirks, bowing. "Why thank you, kind one." He taps his purple gem, pulsating. "Some of my followers during the Shitline and Fartcent era liked how I looked, too." The Zoroark poses, his chin's up as his eyes close, puffing out his chest. "Pretty magnificent, right?"

    "Indeed!" R twirls her long, green hair. "It has a rich, regal feel to it, you know?" The light skin girl gazes at the gem, having sparkles for eyes. "The exquisite brightness, the adoring coloration—" her head shakes, the girl squealing. "Aaaah, your BG is just a marvel to look at!"

    Raiden adjusts her shades, shaking her head while smiling. "You really like the look of the Bitter Glory, huh?"

    R gasps. "Oh!" She snorts. "My apologies. Gotta compose myself and all." She points at Carly. "Be serious like her, pretty much. Hehe."

    "Nah, don't be serious like her." Nomar folds his arms, pouting. "She's unfun."

    Carly simply blinks. "This banter is taking us nowhere." Another rumble forms above, debrises falling. "We should focus on our task at escaping."

    The Shiny Zoroark rolls his eyes. "See what I mean? Snoozefest girl." Yawning, he taps his maw. "Reminds me of Vincent Silver and how much of a boring, serious slog he was. Must run in the family, I se—"

    Carly's finger jets towards Nomar's face, pointing while shrouding in blue auras. "Don't compare me to that failure of a human being." She glares directly into the fox's eyes.

    R and Raiden lift their hands, gasping. "Whoa whoa, let's not get hasty here!" R says, her hands to her chest.

    Nomar stares back, unphased. He grins. "Touched a nerve, haven't I?" Snorts. "Besides, that's pretty bold of you to do that to a god."

    "And I can easily destroy your Spells right now, you insufferable di—" Carly blinks, lowering her finger before clearing her throat, adjusting her collar. "My apologies. That wasn't professional of me." Glances. "Do understand that if it weren't for me and my team, you wouldn't be standing here right now." She points at the gem. "Along with having that in your possession."

    "Tch. Fair enough." Nomar rolls his eyes, caressing his gem. "I wouldn't be able to use my Rune without increasing my hunger, otherwise."

    Without increasing his…hunger? Ramon thinks, grunting. A-And this Carly person is related to Vincent!? Whimpers. What's going on here…?

    He eyes the three teens, getting a better look at them: R with her green ponytail hair wrapped by a blue wristband, Raiden with her blue long hair that has curly yellow hair at the top, and then Carly with her long, blue and red hair. The three have their usual dark purple outfits, with Raiden dawning a lab trench coat over her black shirt while R has purple cargo pants matching with her heels.

    Carly rubs her temples, sighing as her shades tilt. "Alright. We've wasted enough time." She takes out her syringe. "Let's take care of the Zoroark and then lea—" she eyes the empty syringe, blinking. "...Right. I've used the Weakener on that Spell Guardian instead."

    "Nice one, genius." Nomar snorts. Carly just simply sighs.

    "H-Hey…" Everyone eyes the bleeding fox. "How…" He grits his teeth, blood coughing through his sharp teeth. "H-How do you know about this? About myself, the Synchronic and Prospective incidents—everything…"

    Nomar shrugs. "I simply wander my soul from one newborn of your bloodline to the next. It's thanks to the small bits of magic within me that allows me to do this, hoping to enact my plans at some point in time." He continues, "To be honest, I thought you would be another descendant I'll have to abandon due to being a Nativu. I've…been awfully unlucky with meeting one Nativu after another. To say it was annoying finding the RIGHT descendant to manipulate is an understatement. Almost as if Arceus themself is playing a sick joke on me."

    The blue Zoroark sighs. "But yeah, I was going to wait for your death or another newborn from your bloodline so that I can move onto them." Smirks. "Until Yvonne found you and turned you into a Transvian, allowing you to gain the intelligence of any Intellicates and Transvians out there." Ramon's eyes widen to the word 'Transvian' as Nomar leans down, poking him. "I'd thank Yvonne too for creating that project, if he was alive haha."

    "Wh-What?" Ramon trembles. "So…I'm the Transvian who survived the incident all along?"

    Nomar blinks. "You really are a slow one, huh? Of course you are! Transvians are capable of Magic & Transvolution, right?" The fox shakes his head. "I take back what I've said: You really don't have any brain power left in ya."

    BOOM!

    The ceiling quakes, some stalagmites falling down beside the group. Raiden caresses her chin. "Seems the distraction plan was a success."

    Carly nods. "Affirmative."

    Ramon trembles, tears streaming down his cheeks. Memories flood in of the time he's spent with Nomar: From relaxing on a large boulder with their heads together, to the blue Zorua resting on his lap gazing at the sunny sky, and then—the hug the blue Zoroark gives him during the red sky. All of those memories? Shattered, breaking into a million pieces.

    "I—"

    He screeches, blood gushing out of his maw. His arms morph: Alternating between his normal Zoroark ones to black substances similar to his blood. He gazes at his arms, dread spiraling.

    "Wh-What's going on with me—AAAH!" He claws the ground, the red tips darkening.

    R gasps, stepping back. "Oh dear: He's becoming an Unmon, Carly!"

    "GAH!" Ramon bites his maw, blood seeping down his cheek.

    Raiden snaps her fingers. "That perfectly reminds me." She turns to Carly. "Should we use him as a part of our Unmon armies?"

    Carly stares at the struggling mess of a fox, glancing at his wound. "I suppose. Dne wouldn't mind it, would they?" She eyes Nomar.

    Nomar looks at his claws. "...Oh you were talking to me." He nods. "Yeah, sure. It'll be a decent start to conquering this world."

    "Good." Carly stares at her syringe. "I may have messed up a little by injecting the wrong target, but at least Ramon's wound is doing a good job executing Unmonization." She puts it back.

    "You're welcome, by the way!" Nomar sticks his tongue out before snorting.

    Raiden caresses her chin. This Dne individual is certainly fascinating. She takes out a notepad and pencil from her trench coat, instantly jotting something down. Gonna tab this in my 'Understanding Dne' log!

    "I'll carry him with my Enforcer Reign." Nomar casually walks close to the dysfunctional Zoroark, his eyes turning pure black on the right and pure white on the left. Gray auras form around Ramon before Nomar lifts his hand, the red fox ascending.

    R lifts a finger. "Um, Mx. Dne: Are you sure it's a good idea to stand beside him while he's undergoing Unmonization?"

    "Pfft." Nomar snorts. "I'm built different: I'll be fine." He waves his hand. "Also no need to call me Dne yet. I'm not at my fullest potential." The four walk towards the exit with the hostaged Ramon, black liquid forming around him like an orb as he screams, tears shedding.

    "But it's necessary out of respect!" Raiden insists.

    "Eh. Whatever you say, I guess."

    Soon a red shield blocks their path. The group turns around: Kellie holding their hand up while drenching in paleness.

    "I—ngh, won't let you leave with the Spell!"

    The Conjure Leader blinks, her hands behind her back. "Persistent, even after the injection." She eyes Raiden, nodding. Raiden nods back, blue energy coating her hands before she flings two orbs towards the individual. Her Wizardry Blast explodes on impact, black clouds casting around the cavern.

    Kellie uses their Mystical Shield in time, grunting and panting heavily. They even cough out purple blood from the intense contact. Once the smoke disappears, the five are gone along with the red shield blocking them. Kellie groans, unraveling their hand: Displaying a hologram above.

    "Hello, this is Spell Guardian Kellie Lorey. We need backup at Gloria Falls. Now."


    Hiya!

    Hope you all enjoyed this latest chapter and all of its lore revealing galore from this fic's ongoing main villain, Nomar aka Dne the Magic Reign!

    I have zero clue on how you all feel about them, but hopefully I achieved my goal at making them as hammy and punchable as possible. So if you like Dne, that's awesome! If you dislike Dne, that's also fine, too! Ultimately, I WANT people to loathe them considering they even have issues getting along with even those that risked their lives and severe chances of reviving this fella: Team Conjure!

    With that said, see you guys next Friday for Chapter 57. As implied in 56, the series will take such a bizarre yet intriguing turn from here on, and I'm soooooo looking forward to it all.
     
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    Chapter 57.
  • Sonic Ramon

    Pokémon Trainer
    Pronouns
    He/Him/His
    Chapter 57: Showdown at Gloria Falls Part 1!

    Revival Falls Arc.

    Everyone enters Gloria Falls, stopping in front of several bombs colliding into buildings ahead: Exploding, causing them to collapse.

    "Holy shit!" Justin and Delia exclaim.

    The trees tumble, the border cripples—there's even a guard screaming from the sky above, ramming into another building by a Conjure grunt. Flames ignite out of the building, the rooftop sliding off and landing in front of the group. The 13 yelp: Mesmeren's body jittering, X's teeth clenching, Coleo's eyes widening—everyone's in complete distraught!

    Merlin blinks, eyeing a blue river plowing two more buildings to the side afar. He shivers at the destruction Gloria Falls is in, stroking his staff. "G-Goodness…The mess here."

    Justin, Ada, Delia, and X fixate on the burning roof, trembling. Delia tugs her bow. "These…flames."

    "The explosions, too…" Ada shakes her head. "W-We need to get a move on. I…I don't want to keep thinking about what happened at Synchronic. Not now."

    Justin and X nod. "Right," they say.

    "Lookie here, y'all: We got some unfortunate newcomers showing up!" one Conjure says, catching the group's attention to their left. Multiple Conjures dash after them, preparing their Magic moves, the main grunt's body glowing yellow. "Let's give em' HELL!"

    Everyone gets in a stance: Justin casting his blades, Ada summoning her claws, Merlin twirling his staff, Ace brightening his hands, and the rest readying themselves. Coleo tugs his hilt, squinting.

    "Here they come!" Delia exclaims, gripping her bow as Mesmeren sticks close to her.

    The main grunt unleashes her enchanting energy, blasting the broken rooftop forward. The gang jumps to the side, the structural piece breaking into many pieces.

    "EEK!" Mesmeren yelps, falling on her back.

    Soon, the gang ushers on the grunts: X's eyes turning pure black with orange irises, forming black tentacles on his back. Ada launches forward and claws the main Conjure to the ground, Justin and Merlin shoving the other two before firing their beams at the rest. Coleo leaps off from Ada, slashing one grunt's eye with his dagger.

    "ARGH!" the Conjure exclaims, covering their eyes.

    Coleo gasps. "Ah blimey, I didn't thin' this throu'!" He screams, hurling forward. Roan dashes in front of him and headbutts one Conjure away, Coleo landing directly on his head. He sighs. "Thanks for savin' me."

    Roan casts his blue claws. "No problem!" He Dragon Claws the incoming grunt afterwards.

    X smacks several Conjures away with his Dark Tendrils, lifting one of them and jolting them close. He punches: Jabbing with his absolute might, the grunt gagging. "You Conjure—" he flings the Conjure behind him. "PRICKS!" Four Conjures try to get up before being slammed by the other, spiraling all over the ground. The Buizel then shrouds his arms in dark energy, jumping forward and ramming a few more Conjures.

    Sylock and Courtney duck from two Conjures' blades before kicking them, Delia smacking the third goon behind the two. Jewel screeches at several grunts, slamming them against a nearby crumbled wall. Mesmeren Psybeams one grunt away, a shadow looming behind her.

    The Drowzee turns around, lips wavering at the Conjure's knife. "AH!" She quickly shoves him away with Confusion, the grunt flailing across the ground. She sighs, her eyes closing. "Phew…That was close."

    Tress runs past the Drowzee, charging his moon sphere around his ribbons. He flings Moonblast at one grunt, blasting him into the air. Jewel notices this and jumps, getting behind the grunt before screeching him down.

    "GAAH!" the grunt screams, flailing.

    Tress smirks, snickering behind his ribbon. "Doing that old trick again, Jewel?"

    Roan jumps on top of the grunt's head before leaping off, Jewel shrugging. "What can I say?" The Conjure crashes into two more goons. "It's one of my favorite techniques to use in double battles at the gym!" The Audino lands swiftly, his Audinite jiggling.

    "Heh, can't blame you!" Tress eyes Ace: His trainer firing his waves one after another, tripping a Conjure besides him. "Leave it to our Master on coming up with the best strategy, hehe."

    Roan remains airborne, eyeing five Conjures ahead. He Dragon Claws one grunt's head, causing him to yelp as the Axew flips forward. Coleo clings on tightly, rinsing his mouth before spitting out white globs. The Conjures are hit, trapped within the Sticky Web.

    "ACK!" they exclaim, attempting to escape the web. Ace eyes this, casting a huge, horizontal Wiz Wave. The grunts look at him, eyes widening.

    "Oh what the he—"

    The heterochromia man swings them out of the web, crashing them into the same wall earlier. Jewel and Tress gasp, clapping their hands—or ribbons, at the display.

    "GO, MASTER!" Tress exclaims, his ribbons hovering over his maw, his tail wagging.

    "That's an amazing comeback, Master Ace!" Jewel follows, holding his hands together while smiling.

    "Hey! He wouldn't done tha' without our help!" Coleo yells, Roan being on the ground by this point, his claws clenching it.

    Ace snorts, eyeing the four. "Thank you, everyone. I appreciate the help, regardless."

    Merlin casts a purple beam from his staff and shoots one grunt, eyeing several more heading towards the group. "We got a couple more coming up!" he exclaims, twirling his staff.

    Justin trips three grunts, Delia spawning three blue arrows before shooting them away. The woman pouts, "Darn: Didn't think we'd get more."

    Courtney eyes her, ducking a Conjure's green-aura fist. "Maaan, it's so cool that you can craft magic weapons!" The rabbit pushes the guy before swinging her sword, a magical wave shoving him against other grunts. "Once again, thank you for upgrading our swords with your crafting skills!"

    Delia smiles, her back against Justin's as she summons a magical arrow. "How else am I supposed to defend myself in a world filled with magic?" She winks. "Besides, I was lucky to have some extra magic blood left after the incident." She then hits an incoming grunt with the arrow, crashing them into a nearby building. "Also you're welcome!"

    The group keeps going: The Flamethrowers from Sylock, the Psybeams from Mesmeren, the jabs and kicks from Ada—It's a full on brawl! X leaps over one Conjure before his tentacles slam the other towards the ground, cracks forming. He groans.

    "Ugh, it's like these assholes keep on coming!" X Quick Attacks into another Conjure's stomach, pushing them away before Merlin slams them with his large beam.

    "Tch, I understand you!" Merlin pants, glaring at a couple more goons ahead. "We're getting nowhere if this keeps going!"

    Justin clashes his blades against a Conjure's red spear, frowning. "Yeah, man!" He shoves the grunt before roundhouse kicking her.

    Ada slides beside the boy: Panting, her claws active. "There's got to be a way for us to move forward."

    "Yeah, but how?" Justin's left blade momentarily disappears before he fires Mystical Projectile, blasting away one goon.

    X looks at his six tentacles, snapping a paw. "Oh my god: I HAVE AN IDEA!"

    Justin and Ada let their moves fade before punching two Conjures, glaring slightly at the weasel. "Well spit it out already!" the two say, tripping two more grunts.

    X clasps his paws. "Bet!" His Dark Tendrils scatter about: Snatching any nearby Conjures around the group. One Conjure is about to claw Mesmeren until they're taken away by the tentacles, the tapir blinking.

    "Huh…?"

    Coleo blinks as well. "What the…"

    X wraps around many Conjures, coughing out purple blood. "Tch." The Conjures groan and shout, attempting to escape. The weasel then lifts them, his tentacles moving back. "Annnnnnnnnnnnd—" he flings them forward. "SCREW OFF!"

    "AAAH!" the Conjures scream, flying towards decayed rubbles.

    The Buizel smirks, his eyes closing, his tentacles dusting themselves. Everyone blinks in astonishment, their heads shaking.

    They all slowly gaze at X and say, "What."

    X retracts his Rune. "What? I thought it'd be a good idea to do that since there were so many of them. My Dark Tendrils were big enough to do it, anyways."

    Ada tilts her head. "Makes sense, but why couldn't you just do that from the—" she shakes her head. "Nevermind, we got to go before more of them show up. Thanks, X."

    The group then moves forward, reaching around the corner passing the destroyed medic tent. They eventually reach the large waterfall, Ace looking around, his eyes furrow: A couple more Conjures are fighting off some guards, defeating most of them. Everyone gazes with concern.

    Ace grits his teeth. "This isn't good." A Barbaracle guard pants and runs, bumping into him. The man gasps.

    "Oof!" The guard stumbles on her back.

    The man looks down, frowning. "Hey: Are Nered, Kellie, and everyone else okay?" The guard looks up, screaming while stroking her face. Ace raises his hands. "Whoa, calm down! What's wro—" the guard jolts off behind him, her screams persisting. "Hey, wait!"

    Ssss…

    "I wonder why she ran off."

    Ssss!

    Coleo scratches his head. "Argh, is it me or am I hearin' somethin'?"

    SSSS!

    "Huh?"

    Everyone eyes up: Many Conjures chugging several green bombs above. Horror warps the gang.

    "OH CRAP!" X yells, everyone else screaming. Mesmeren hurls in place while Tress and Jewel hug each other, tears streaming down within seconds.

    "Shoot shoot SHOOT!" Ace casts multiple pink waves, shooting them quickly. The bombs collide into them and—

    BOOM!

    A large explosion screeches towards the group. Ace throws up his shield, covering his vision. Justin, Ada, and Merlin immediately do the same, shrouding everyone as the explosion engulfs them.

    . . .

    Ace lowers his arms, black smoke surrounding the huge shield.

    "Hah…Jeez." Ace pants. "That was…close."

    The three teens pant as well, the Buizel clenching his teeth. "Yeah, no SHIT that was close, dude!"

    "Aye, lad!" Coleo coughs, lowering his head. "At leas' we made it out alive!"

    Soon the other three lower their arms, the Mystical Shield fading away. The smoke dies down, a large crater being within the group's view: Cracks everywhere, debrises left and right. They eye around the destruction, standing in the middle of it all. Even two decrepit buildings are leaning downwards, pieces of wood snapping off to break on the ground.

    Everyone grimaces.

    "Well barely, anyways," Justin says.

    Delia elbows the boy. "Good thing you're born as a Sorcerous unlike your mother here, haha."

    "Hey man, no need to knock yourself down, Mom: I saw you being awesome earlier, too." Justin smirks.

    Mesmeren looks up and gasps, her hands to her lips as Delia waves her hand around. "Oh come on, my bow and arrows aren't that impressive!"

    Courtney lifts a finger. "I beg to differ, Mrs. Phoenix! I really like what you did to yer bow, which applies to Sy and I's swords!" The Lopunny elbows the Blaziken. "Ain't that right, Sy?" The Blaziken glares at his red hand. "...Sylock?"

    "U-Um, guys." Mesmeren's eyes tremble.

    "Yeah?" Justin raises his brow.

    "We're surrounded."

    Everyone looks up: Many Conjures' hands are encased in auras, readying to fire Mystical Projectiles at any moment. Some grunts summon magical red dynamites or green bombs: Devious grins spreading throughout.

    "You all have been giving us a hard time for awhile, but now: We got your ass!" one grunt states. Some of the members get close, leading the 13 to huddle each other. Everyone's teeth gnashes in distress.

    "This looks worse than the explosion, somehow," Ace retorts.

    A blue arrow casts above Delia's bow, the woman grabbing it. "No kidding."

    "OHOHOHOHO!" a familiar voice laughs, Justin and Ada's face warping.

    "Oh no: Him," the two say.

    X looks at them. "Who?"

    Jester floats down with his mystical river, cackling. "Why they're referring to me, you nimbwudit fool!"

    Ace, Tress, Jewel, X, Roan, Delia, and Merlin stare at the man, deadpanned. "What."

    Justin and Ada cast their moves, glaring. "Not a real word, dawg." He grips his blades' hilt. "I don't even think you know what you're talking about!"

    "And yet you're smart enough to belittle my Pixie Flush before almost drowning to death." The man shoots up water from his river. "TWICE, by the way!"

    "You're about to drown in these claws in a few seconds." Ada enlarges her claws, gritting her teeth.

    Justin blinks, looking at his friend. "Aight, since when did we switch bodies?"

    Merlin tilts his head. "You two know him?"

    "Yes," Ada answers. "He's a part of Team Conjure, the same group that ruined our home."

    "Oh…"

    "More specifically though…" The girl squints. "He's the embarrassment we met at Majestic City."

    "Hey." Jester's face grows red.

    "This man puts a dent on his team's threatening meter, for real for real." Justin also squints, he and Ada sweating out of shame.

    Jester stomps. "HEY! I'M RIGHT HERE, COPPER TOMS!"

    Merlin tilts his head. "I beg your pardon?"

    "Hmph!" Jester fixes his shades, tugging his collar. "Justin, Ada—Whatever your feeble debacle names are, I am NOT a dent to this team's 'threatening meter', per say." Jester spawns an aquatic orb above before firing it at the first building ahead, further destroying it. "As you can see, I have the magnifcientuous of a liquefying aurasus." He twirls his finger, water dancing around them. "My Magic movesta is the pop culture of geniuses!" Bows. "Hence why Mistress has hired me as her connoisseurouseous commander."

    Delia's hands are together, pressing her lips. "...Son." She turns to Justin. "Is he speaking a different language? Because I didn't understand any of that."

    Justin rubs his forehead. "I literally studied the art of bullshit: Even I don't understand them."

    Jester shoots his water at the boy, leading him to jump back in time. "Silence!" The man folds his arms, closing his eyes while looking away. "You're just jealous of my progress as a fantastic commander. All of you!" His hand gestures to the grunts. "Even my fellow Conjures agree with me here."

    "Yeeeaaah…totally," one Conjure says, her tone dry. Jester gives her a sharp glare, the woman clapping her hands within seconds. "Oh yeah, totally! You absolutely slay them haters, Commander J! Hahaha!" Please don't kill me.

    Jester smirks at the gang. "See? Told ya so!" He bursts into laughter.

    Mesmeren's hand nudges her maw. "He's…s-something alright."

    "Yeah: A wacko!" X exclaims.

    Justin and Ada eye each other for a moment before gazing back at the man, both saying: "You'll get used to it."

    Ace shakes his head. "Okay, enough of…this." He steps forward a little, glaring. "What are you terrorists doing here?"

    Jester lifts a finger. "First off, it's rude to call us terrorists."

    "You ARE," Justin, Ada, Merlin, X, and Delia say in unison.

    "Tch." He lifts another finger. "And secondly: We're here to find the secrets of the Almighty Chocolate Bar." Jester stares, deadpanned.

    X and Coleo lift their paw—and setae, up. "Wha—"

    Jester stomps, splashing up water. "DIMPBRAINS! WE'RE RAIDING THIS PLACE TO OBTAIN THE REVIVAL SPELL AND REVIVE DNE, AS MISTRESS WANTED!" He stomps several times, stroking his hair. "WHAT DO YOU THINK WE'RE HERE FOR!? ICE CREAMS!?"

    "Um. Commander."

    Jester jolts to one of the grunts. "WHAT!?"

    "...We're not supposed to tell the opposition our plans."

    "..." Jester smacks his knee. "Drats! I've lost my marbles over something incredibly small again!" He clasps his hands, pressing them on his lips. "Mistress Silver is going to kill me over this…"

    Jeez, what a literal manchild. And I'M a child! X thinks.

    Justin lifts his blade. "Okay first off, what? Secondly, what do you mean by 'revive Dne'? And thirdly—" the boy cranks his head. "Huh?"

    Jester waves his hand. "Nope, nope: Not gonna tell you any further than that!" He covers his lips. "I've already said enough."

    Justin glares, gripping his blades. "Man, something ain't right here. Like at all."

    Ada nods. "A Spell that's powerful enough to revive a deity?" She frowns. "Finding it pretty hard to believe."

    "Same here." Merlin caresses his chin. "There's no way a Revival Spell can bring that powerful deity back to life, right?"

    "That's where you're wrong, wizard head."

    Everyone eyes around the source of the voice before looking at the Conjures by the large waterfall, four individuals bypassing them: Carly, Raiden, R, and Nomar. Floating beside the Shiny Zoroark is Ramon, black substances casting around him, his body shifting in and out of the orb.

    The fox's arms crunch, his legs tremble—all while he's grinding his teeth in agony. He screams, the orb vibrating throughout the area. Everyone's eyes widen, mortified.

    "Oh god." Mesmeren's hands press her maw, quaking.

    "RAMON!" Justin and Ada yell, radiating with rage.

    "WHAT DID YOU DO TO HIM, FAM!?" The boy glares, clenching his blades' hilts.

    Nomar rolls his eyes. "Oh relax, ya crazy friendship lunatics." He points to Ramon. "He's going through Unmonization, that's all. He'll be fiiine." Grins.

    "I…get the feeling that doesn't sound good." Merlin strokes his staff.

    X looks at him. "That dude's looking like a spaghetti gone very wrong, man. What do you think?"

    Merlin scratches the back of his head. "That's…one way to put it."

    "Regardless—" Delia tugs her arrow, aiming at Nomar. "We'll save him."

    The blue auras radiate Justin's blades. "Hell yeah, we will!"

    Ada's claws flare in purple energies. "Agreed."

    Nomar snorts. "How cute." He presses his claw on his snout. "You're willing to risk your life for someone who's lied to you on multiple occasions." Ramon pants, his wound ushering the black blood around him nonstop, tears streaming down his cheeks.

    "Like we'd believe you!" Justin takes a step forward.

    "No way he'd lie to us!"

    "Oh really?" The blue Zoroark gazes at the morphing fox. "The time he told you he's 'fine', the time he's been pretty secretive about going to Gloria Falls—" Nomar pokes Ramon's snout, leading the fox to wince. "He's done this just to revive little ol' me, Dne."

    Justin and Ada eyes each other, concern sparkling throughout. They shake their heads.

    "Nah, you're trynna toy with us!"

    "Lie to us all you want: We're still saving him." Ada's claws increase their size.

    "Heh, understandable." Nomar reveals his toothy grin. "I'm a Zoroark, after all."

    Justin and Ada blink. "What…?"

    BAM!

    "AAAAH!" One guard flies over Carly and the others, landing beside the main group. Mesmeren yelps, jumping back before staring at the man: Gasping, his limbs barely twitching. His eyes then close, red energy spiraling throughout him.

    What happened to him!? Mesmeren thinks, covering her maw.

    "My my, what's going on here?"

    Sylock's eyes froze, the Blaziken's heart thumping. What…? Trembles. No. No no NO!

    "Yeah, I'm seeing some big ass hole up ahead!"

    X's irises quake, forming his fists. "That…voice."

    Carly looks behind her a little: Xenia, Lycus, Arthur, and Sully walk towards her, gazing down the crater. Xenia eyes around, her tail swishing. "Ah, I see that we have visitors."

    Merlin drops his staff, gazing at Arthur. "It…can't be."

    Ace widens his eyes at the sight of his Roserade friend: Sully holding her unconscious, red energy circulating throughout. "NERED!" he yells, gnashing his teeth.

    "U-Ugh…" Is all Nered can mutter out, Sully keeping a tight grip on her.

    Carly digs in her coat's pocket. "They're uninvited visitors. But poses no threat after we obtain the Spell." She shows the four the black and white spellbook.

    Lycus munches an apple, smirking. "Hellff yeah!"

    Carly slips the spellbook back into her coat as Nomar poses, his hand to his chest. "And I've been revived as a result of tricking this dummy, hehe."

    Xenia gasps. "You're the Dne the Magic Reign!?" Nomar nods, the Espeon smiling with ecstasy. Finally, my goal to become an Unmon is here!

    Nomar then suddenly growls, pointing at Xenia and Lycus. "By the way, I have a bone to pick with you two. Why were you so damn reckless when it comes to charging the Bitter Glory!?"

    Xenia and Lycus eye the fox in an awkward manner. "Uh, um. Sorry?" Lycus says.

    "Sorry!? Imagine if Ramon died during a war at the lake! How would my plan to be revived work by then, hmm!?" Nomar folds his arms. "Honestly, you two should be ashamed of yourselves."

    Xenia whimpers, bowing. "Again, our sincerest apologies, Lord Dne."

    "Lord Dne…" Nomar smirks. "Haven't heard that title name in a long whi—"

    "We're wasting time," Carly states.

    R nods. "That's true, yeah. We got what we needed here, right?"

    Nomar taps his chin. "Not exactly," he says.

    "Oh?" R eyes him with intrigue.

    Nomar points at the crater. "I can sense a few Transvians down there. Give me a moment to locate them."

    R's hand presses her lips, her dark green eyes sparkling. "Ooo, how amusing!" She eyes the group below.

    Raiden takes out her notepad, jotting. Dne can sense Transvians. Noted.

    Merlin, X, and Sylock gaze at Arthur, Lycus, and Xenia: The teen falls to his knees while his eyes quake, his hand gripping his staff. The weasel snarls, his fists shaking with zero pauses. The Blaziken strokes his head, tears sliding down his cheeks.

    Merlin's sorrow, X's rage, and Sylock's dread—it's all spiraling within.

    "Brother…?" Merlin says, his voice wavering. Arthur looks away, gripping his lance.

    The Floatzel eyes X, gripping the apple. "Hi—" he crushes it into pieces, juices spilling over his paw. "You're the literal last thing I wanted to see here."

    "You…" X gnaws his teeth. No wonder his name sounded familiar!

    Xenia smiles at Sylock, lowering her eyelids. "Hello, my playtoy." Her head tilts. "I wish you were the first thing I see here."

    Sylock strokes his chest, sweating. No…

    Lycus blinks in bewilderment, eyeing the Espeon. "Wait, 'playtoy'?"

    "Ah, I didn't explain that part of my past to you, huh?" The feline stretches. "I'll tell you on our way back to base."

    Raiden looks at her three teammates. "You guys know them?"

    Arthur sighs. "Yes."

    "Yep." Lycus snarls at X.

    "Positive." Xenia giggles at Sylock.

    Sylock ignites his fist while X coats himself in water, both staring hard at the two Pokémon above.

    You bitch! Sylock jolts off.

    You bastard! X dashes after.

    The two leap around Jester, charging towards the two Pokémon. The man pouts. "What the!?"

    "Sy!" Courtney exclaims.

    "X!" Ada shouts, reaching her hand out.

    The moment they get close, R jolts in front of them with her hands up. Their moves crash against her purple aura hands, the flames and water fading in seconds. Sylock and X look with perplexion, purple energy escalating throughout R's arms before blasting the two away.

    "AAAH!" they scream, crashing in front of the main group.

    "SYLOCK!" Courtney yells, ushering towards the Blaziken.

    "X!" Justin shouts, everyone rushing towards the two's aids. Merlin remains in place, his gaze continuing at Arthur.

    The boy tugs his robe. "Arthur, it's…it's been so long since I've heard of you. Since my family heard of you!" Merlin grits his teeth, closing his eyes. "Where have you been?"

    "..." Arthur stares down.

    "Why did you run away?" A tear slides down Merlin's cheek. "My family and I have been wondering for so long. We did everything we could to support you."

    "..." Arthur's lance shakes.

    Merlin strokes his chest. "I miss you, Arthur! We all do!" He strokes the staff, whimpering. "And not only that: Why join the terrorist group, Team Conjure? They ruined our home, brother! You…you have to know that, ri—"

    "You wouldn't understand."

    "...What?"

    Arthur jabs the ground. "You wouldn't get why I'm doing this."

    "Then tell me, Arthur! You know I always wanted to help you however much I can!"

    Arthur grits his teeth, his blonde hair covering his mournfulness. "I'm sorry." He finally looks at Merlin. "This is the only way I could save life from persistent ugliness."

    "What? What are you talking about!?"

    "Tch…As I've stated—" he sighs. "You wouldn't understand."

    Carly squints at Nered. "Dne, is she a Transvian?"

    "I was in the middle of detecting the other two, but sure: Let's see real quick." Nomar takes one look at the Roserade. "Nope."

    The leader eyes Sully. "Ditch the Roserade. She serves zero purpose."

    Sully nods, tossing Nered towards the group. Both of her hands rest on her cane, glaring down at the group. Nered crashes in front of them, Ace and his two Pokémon rushing towards her, the man tapping her in anxiousness.

    "Come on, Nered. Please don't die," he says, whimpering. He then presses his head against her chest, a 'thump' can be heard from it. He sighs. "Okay…She's still alive. Just…knocked out." He eyes the red auras around her. What did that woman do to you, Nered? He looks at the purple dress woman above, Sully tapping her cane with calmness.

    Nomar eyes X and Mesmeren, the former getting up groaning while the latter shuddering. The Zoroark points. "Those two are Transvians."

    Carly nods. "Let's capture them, then."

    Raiden squints at Mesmeren. "Wait, isn't that the Transvian those two Conjures failed to capture?"

    Mesmeren flinches. "H-Huh!?" I'm…what now!?

    Lycus snarls at X. "And that's the freak who's born into this world as a Transvian…" Glares. "The brat has ruined my life since."

    "Shut the hell up!" the Buizel yells, flaming aquatic auras spiraling throughout him.

    Justin and others look at their two friends in perplexion, Courtney raising her brow. "But I thought Transvians went extinct a long time ago?"

    Lycus folds his arms. "You thought wrong: Two Intellicates can birth a Transvian thanks to the small bit of magic blood within their system." He shrugs. "However, that's rare to happen."

    "Wait, really?" Justin tilts his head.

    "Wha' blimey ar' ye lads talkin' about?" Coleo caresses his head.

    Dark tentacles cast out of X's back. "Regardless of what you're saying: You ain't catching neither of us. I'll make sure of that!" Flames surround his tentacles.

    Carly stares down at the group, unphased. Persistence when faced with inevitability. Her hands behind her back. Tragic.

    "AAAAH!"

    Everyone eyes the screaming Zoroark, black blood swirling around Ramon endlessly. Justin and Ada frown at Nomar.

    "Put Ramon down right now!" Ada demands.

    "Yeah, let him go!" Justin follows.

    Nomar smirks. "Oh cry me a river: Your 'friend' was a useful pawn." He points up, lifting the red fox further in the air. "You should be thankful that I'm here to make things grander." Pointing down, Ramon slams towards the ground. The Zoroark yelps, coughing up black blood while locking in place.

    "STOP!" Ada shouts, her and Justin's brows furrow while Mesmeren covers her mouth in horror, seeing the blood mixing with Ramon's continual tears.

    Carly clears her throat, her eyes closing. "Alright." Snaps her fingers. "Grab the two Transvians, kill the others, and escape." She opens her eyes, glaring. "Understood?"

    "YES, MISTRESS SILVER!" all of the Conjure grunts shout, shooting their Mystical Projectiles afterwards.

    Delia widens her eyes. "MOVE, EVERYONE!"

    The group wastes no time to dodge, the moves colliding on the ground they once were. Justin and Ada dash after Nomar and Carly while Sylock and X run towards Xenia and Lycus, Merlin rolling to the side. He strokes his staff before staring up Arthur: The two lock eye contact, Arthur preparing his wind while Merlin charges his beam.

    Delia and Mesmeren pin their backs against each other while multiple Conjures surround them, the woman summoning three arrows on her bow. Just then, a few Gloria Falls guards come by with their moves and weapons prepared.

    The woman sighs. "At least we have backup."

    Mesmeren nods meekly, dark pink energies encasing her hands. "Y-Yeah…"

    Ace sends out two of his other Pokémon before summoning multiple Wiz Waves: He, Roan, Coleo, and Courtney all eyeing up Jester's giant river as Raiden and R join him, readying their Magic moves.

    The Gym Leader eyes the unconscious Roserade behind him, frowning. "Don't worry, Nered." He then focuses on his opponents. "I'll make sure you're safe."

    Sully coats her cane in Crimson Curseous, red auras spreading throughout. "This will take a while."


    Apologies for this chapter coming out late! I had a morning shift today! (And the same will apply for the following next chapters.)

    Work today also made me feel tired so it explains the really late upload this time around. Never the less, I hope you all enjoyed the new chapter! n_n
     
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    Chapter 58.
  • Sonic Ramon

    Pokémon Trainer
    Pronouns
    He/Him/His
    Chapter 58: Showdown at Gloria Falls Part 2!

    Revival Falls Arc.

    Team Conjure rushes towards the group: The group rushes back. Everyone is in the crater now.

    A Gliscor guard X-Scissors one Conjure before slapping the other with her tail, another guard aiding her with his spear. Ariel rams one Conjure with Aqua Tail, Tress Moonblasting the other behind the Azumarill.

    "Thanks, Tress!" Ariel says, her arms glowing white before charging towards another Conjure.

    "No problem!" Tress leaps beside Ace, twirling his ribbons before shooting Mystical Fire at more Conjures. Ace blasts multiple grunts with his Wiz Waves, touching his purple Mega Bracelet afterwards.

    "Mega evolve!" he shouts, kneeing one grunt's face. Jewel helps Blackburn punch another grunt's belly, his left ear jiggling. Bright white energy emerges from Ace's bracelet and Jewel's Audinite, connecting into one another.

    The Audino glows purple: His feelers are extending, his ears becoming more upright, his tail's fluffier, and a tuft of fur is formed at the center of his chest. Once the mega evolution ends, the Audino becomes much more cream colored than his usual pink one.

    Jewel shines bright pink, Dazzling Gleaming many Conjures away. He then claps his hands, white auras emanating around his teammates. Ace nods. "Thanks."

    A Galarian Slowking pushes five grunts away with Psychic, elbowing another one behind them. They're then hit by a Conjure's brown morning star, the spike blasting them off and sliding next to Delia. The woman eyes the many Conjures running after her, all casting their Mystical Projectiles.

    Mesmeren blasts away one goon with Confusion before eyeing the horde. "Eeek!" She hides behind Delia, the woman closing her eyes and sighing.

    "Focus." She spawns one more arrow onto her bow, smirking. Her arrows fire off, blowing the grunts away.

    "Wh-Whoa…" Mesmeren looks at Delia with amazement. "Y-You, um, say that you crafted this bow, right?"

    "Yep!" She twirls her bow. "I made it using the magic blood given to me through donations many months ago." She smacks one incoming grunt with her bow before kicking him. "Doing this allows me to think of those magical arrows whenever I need them."

    Mesmeren gasps. "That's—" she smiles. "Genuinely amazing, Mrs. Phoenix!"

    Delia giggles. "Thank you. I appreciate it, considering the hard work I've put into making it." The two then have their backs against each other: Delia firing another arrow at an incoming grunt while Mesmeren blasts the other with Psybeam.

    . . .

    Merlin and Arthur dash around the crater: Both shooting their Magic moves at each other. Merlin spins his staff around before firing Virtuous Beam, Arthur flings it to the side with Righteous Winds. The beam ram into the ground, smokes ushering from the spot.

    "You don't have to do this!" Merlin leaps to the side, evading Arthur's projectile. "Just let me help you, please! Whatever it is you're going through, I can listen!" Arthur clenches his lance as Merlin continues, "Please tell me what's wro—"

    "Everything!" Arthur jumps forward and slams his lance, Merlin dodging towards his left. "I've had enough of seeing nothing but filth everyday!"

    "What…?" Merlin shakes his head. "What are you saying, brother!?"

    "Hmph." Arthur glares at the teen. "I'm saying our home's end justifies the means." Purple winds radiate around his hands. "I'm sorry, but my decision to leave and join Team Conjure is necessary for this world's sake."

    "Brother…"

    "I've made my choice." Arthur points his lance. "And if you decide to stand in the way of it, then I won't hesitate to eliminate you."

    Merlin gazes down, his hat shadowing his red eyes. "...No."

    "Hmm?" Arthur tilts his head.

    Merlin glares. "I refuse to have this be the reason why you left us!" He twirls his staff. "Maybe knocking you out m-may bring you to your senses!"

    "Tch. And to think I thought you were the sensible type." The dark skinned man brings his right arm back. "I suppose not."

    Merlin jumps in the air, shooting a large beam at Arthur. The young man ducks under his attack, shoving Merlin down via his winds. Merlin yelps, spiraling all over the ground before stopping himself. From there, he rushes towards Arthur, firing his beams while Arthur flings them.

    X ducks a single beam, looking behind him. "Dude! Watch where you're shooting!"

    POW!

    The Buizel rolls around the ground, groaning while rubbing his cheek. He eyes the Floatzel shaking his head, his arms folding. "And you watch where you take your eyes off of." Lycus blinks. "Okay, I could've sworn that sentence made sense in my head."

    X growls, memories of Lycus leaving X and his mother behind circling throughout his head. "Hey asshole!" A flaming tentacle shoots towards Lycus. "Why did you leave Solemnia!?" A flaming water jolts afterwards. "WITHOUT TELLING US!?"

    Lycus looks at the Buizel, jumping from the two moves unamused. "I don't have to tell you shit." His hand touches his katana's hilt. "I'm your father." He lands, his other fist encasing in icy energy.

    "Like you give a crap!" X rushes towards the Floatzel, white auras shrouding him. His Quick Attack collides into Lycus' Ice Punch, pushing each other back afterwards. The Buizel flings two of his tentacles forward, snarling. "Mom's been crying here and there, wondering what the hell she did wrong to have you leave!"

    Lycus unsheathes his golden katana, countering the tentacles. "Okay and?"

    "I—" X thrusts his paw forward, his Azure Cerise ushering ahead. "What do you MEAN 'okay and'!?"

    Lycus shrouds himself in water, launching around the flaming liquid. "She's been a pain. A thorn on my back!" Getting close to X, he slashes down, the Buizel shielding with his tentacles in time. "Constantly bickering about me doing this and that, traveling here and there!" He jumps back, his katana radiating purple auras. He swings, magical waves jolting towards the weasel. "And then she got worse about it when you're born!"

    X dodges, sliding across the ground. "What are you getting at here?"

    Lycus lands, a magical whip extending from his weapon. "What I'm saying here, you stupid little shit: She was ruining my traveling days, bit by bit!" He moves his hand in a mimic manner. "Always blabbering about responsibility this, be a father that—You think I give a shit?" He swings his whip. "TRAVELING IS WHAT I THRIVE FOR, GOD DAMMIT!"

    X's tentacle blocks, the Buizel grunting. "So. This whole time of you ditching us…" Glares. "Was because you can't travel anymore!?"

    "Duh, dipshit." Lycus frenzies his Ice Punch, shoving his whip. "Your mother wouldn't let me due to her constant worrying of the outside world. Makes me regret my decision to marry her, especially after you're born."

    "GUH!" X flings the whip to the side, dashing forward with his Pursuit. "That's the shittiest crap for leaving someone ever!" The Buizel collides his move against the Ice Punch: Waves emanate from the collision momentarily, pushing them back again.

    The two pant, X coughing out purple blood before retracting his tentacles. Lycus squints. "Face it: A mistake like you will never understand how much misery you've caused in my life." Aquatic energy forms around him. "Xavier."

    X widens his eyes, chilly and frosty presence lurking around him. "Shut up on calling me that!" His arms move back. "I don't want to hear that name." His Blizzard unleashes. "ESPECIALLY FROM YOU!"

    Lycus Aqua Jets towards X, groaning in the heavy snowstorm. He then shoves X across the ground.

    "ACK!" The Buizel flails all over the place, groaning.

    Merlin turns to his side. "X!"

    Arthur twirls his hand. "Hmph." His winds push the teen, Merlin rolling around past X.

    "GAH!" He bumps into Ace's Grimmsnarl, the Pokémon yelping. Merlin rubs his head. "Sorry." Eyeing ahead, Arthur's lance comes charging towards him. The boy yelps, blocking it with his staff in time. "Gnh…" It cracks a little, purple auras surrounding it.

    "This world, brother…" Arthur sighs. "It's incredibly feeble and dirty." He shoves. "I wish you understood, but unfortunately you've been tainted by the mass: Becoming one with the sheeps."

    "Brother—" his hand is to the side. "You're speaking nonsense! What…are you talking about!?" Merlin shoots his laser, Arthur dodging back. "Please just tell me!"

    The man sighs, his blonde hair covering parts of his face. "Nevermind."

    The Buizel stands, Aqua Jetting towards the Floatzel. Lycus rolls his eyes, doing the same thing: The two collide.

    . . .

    Sylock kicks and punches the Espeon, Xenia casually dodging each of his moves. Flaming aura casts around the Blaziken, his Blaze Booster enhancing throughout. Xenia ducks, the Blaziken punching the ground, causing cements to shoot up.

    The Espeon hums. "My lovely toy…" Purrs. "I'm impressed by your fighting skills." She giggles. "Seems like you grew a muscle or two, the last time I saw you." Sylock snarls before swinging his leg, Xenia tilting her head. "I wonder—" ducks from the kicks. "If the Serenity Vicious Center taught you anything."

    Shut up.

    Sylock jabs, Xenia leaping to the side as his Fire Punch hits the ground once more. "Regardless: They didn't teach you how to accurately hit your foe because dear, you're doing a horrible job." Her paw is against her maw, laughter uttering from her.

    SHUT UP!

    Sylock jumps back, shoving his arms forward. Flaming auras dash after the Espeon, Xenia yawning. Translucent arms cast out of her back, shielding her from the raging flames. Sylock's eyes widen the moment he's covered in dark pink auras, Xenia pushing him away with Psychic.

    The Blaziken groans, rolling around the ground before clawing to a halt. As he tries to get up, an invisible hand slams him down, blood spewing out of him: Eyes widening. The Invisible Hunter lifts him, the chicken grunting and struggling. Xenia walks forward.

    "Come on, toy." The hand leans back. "Scream for me." Throws.

    The Blaziken flails across, yelping. Xenia follows him, smirking.

    Courtney's ears flicker, turning towards the flying Blaziken. "SYLOCK!" she yells. She rushes over before Jester slams his arm blades towards her, the Lopunny's sword blocking them. "Gngh!"

    "Don't take your eyes off your target, enemy!" Jester shouts, snorting.

    BONK!

    "OW!" Jester grunts, looking up at the Axew hitting him multiple times on the head.

    "Yeah! Like you said: Never take your eyes off your oppo—" a blue river jets Roan off. "NNEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEEETTT!" He flails towards the second leaning building, Coleo hanging for dear life.

    "ARRRRGH!" Coleo exclaims.

    Jester grimaces. "Well that was weird." His head shakes. "And annoying."

    Roan collides against the building's wall, cracks forming around as he groans. "Oof!"

    Coleo leaps off from him, falling. "Arrgggh!" Roan gasps, immediately grabbing the Blipbug. He sets him on his head, Coleo sighing in relief. "Thank ya, lad."

    "No problem, friend!" Roan gives him a thumbs-up.

    The two then stare at the whole ordeal: Courtney clashing her sword against Jester's blades before the two admins shoot their Mystical Projectiles at her, two guards jolting in front of her and using Mystical Shield; Delia flinging her arrows and slapping grunts with her bow while Mesmeren uses Wake-Up Slap on others, Ace and his four Pokémon helping them along with shielding Nered; and Merlin and Arthur collide their weapons against each other as Justin and Ada duke it out with Carly and Nomar.

    Roan and Coleo look at each other for a moment before looking back.

    "What a mess!" they say.

    Justin swings his blades, Carly dodging them with ease. She Trickster Dashes towards the boy, shoving him. "Gngh!" He slides back, shielding with his blades.

    Ada shoots her projectile towards the Conjure Leader only for it to be collided by Nomar's, the girl gasping. "Huh?" She eyes the Shiny Zoroark. "You can use Mystical Projectile, too!?"

    Nomar snickers behind his claws. "Yes. I'm soooo full of twists and surprises." Grins. "You have no idea."

    Ada grinds her teeth, frowning. If this truly is Dne, then we're in for one big trouble.

    The four continue: Justin swipes while Carly ducks over and over, shooting her lasers before he jumps back. Ada leaps forward to claw Carly, but Nomar stands in her way, taking the hit.

    "Dne, are you—" Carly stops herself: The lack of pain displaying across the Zoroark's face. "Ah, I see."

    Ada quirks her brow. "What?" Her purple claw is just…inside of Nomar. No scars: Just phasing right through, red metal spreading across his fur.

    The fox forms a fist, metallic redness casting on it. "My turn." He jabs Ada hard in the face, jolting her across the crater.

    "ADA!" Justin yells. Carly uses Trickster Dash and kicks the boy away, having him spiral all around. "AGH!" He jabs down with his blades, being beside Ada who's face down. He eyes her. "Hey man, are you alright?"

    "U-Ugh…" Ada caresses her cheek, blue energy circulating it. "Why did he hit so hard?"

    Nomar laughs, keeping the consistently wincing Zoroark afloat. "Vigor Machine, SON!" He caresses his mane before stretching his arm out. "It hardens in response to physical trauma!" Lifts a finger. "And also makes me hit harder as a part of my Magic move's side effect, hehe."

    "Interesting…" Ada caresses her chin.

    Carly gazes at Nomar, stern beyond belief. "I don't believe telling the opposition what your attack does will benefit you."

    Nomar shrugs. "Eh, I don't give a shit."

    Carly stares blankly. I sometimes question how you're the key to our success.

    . . .

    Roan sighs, shaking his head. "Can't seem to find the perfect opening here."

    "Argh, indeed: Ever'one is caught in a tussle." Coleo looks around.

    Roan then sees a lonesome Conjure commander to his side, her cane reeking with red energy. "Huh. Wondering why she's by herself." Blue claws spawn. "Regardless, we'll take her out!"

    "Hmm…I don't kno': It seems m'ghty suspicious o' her to be by herself." Coleo tilts his head.

    "Oh I'm sure it'll be fine!" Roan dashes after the commander, lowering his brows.

    "U-Ugh…" Nered slowly opens her eyes, her vision blurring. She shakes her head, spotting Roan inching close to Sully. She gasps as Ace looks at her, smacking a grunt away with his wave.

    "Nered! You're awake!" He sighs. "I'm glad that you're alri—"

    "NO!" she shouts at Roan. "DON'T FIGHT HER!"

    "Hmm?" Ace looks at the Axew in perplexion.

    Sully stares at the dragon, lifting her cane. She swings, red energy jolting off and clashing the Axew. Roan screams, slamming against the same building earlier. Coleo falls off.

    "Ahhh!" He hits the ground, groaning.

    Ace gasps. "Oh no!" He then immediately clashes his wave with a Conjure's magical baton, groaning.

    Roan whimpers, stroking his chest. His eyes widen: The dragon coughing and gasping, his chest weighing. "I…I—" gnawing his teeth, the Axew tears up. "I can't breathe!"

    Coleo looks up, tapping Roan's side. "Hang in ther', lad!"

    Sully shakes her head, coating her cane in red auras. "Resist all you want: You're never escaping the curse."

    Justin and Ada eye the red bracelet woman: Quaking.

    "Dawg: What kind of Magic move is THAT!?" Justin exclaims.

    "I-I have no clue!"

    The two don't even bat an eye on their opponents: Fixating over Sully's Magic move. Carly and Nomar eye each other, nodding. She holds her hand up, squinting at the tangled-hair man. "Jester: Have your Pixie Flush shower over Gloria Falls!"

    Jester clashes Courtney's sword before shooting at a Primeape guard with his projectile, the Intellicate leaping back in time. "You got it, Mistress!" He retracts his blades, thrusting his arms forward: His water shoving away Courtney, the Primeape, and a Sandslash guard.

    "Gah!" Courtney groans, rolling around for a bit before stabbing the ground. Jester jumps back, landing beside Carly, Sully, and Nomar.

    The commander lifts his arms, a large river summoning high above the falls. Some of the waterfall is even absorbed into the river, enlarging it. Rain showers over everyone within seconds, the group looking up with perplexion.

    Ada frowns. What's this Carly person planning…? Before she can question further—

    "Now Dne." Carly gestures her hand forward, the Zoroark smirking. Nomar yanks Ada and Justin away with his Enforcer Reign, the two flailing across.

    "Aaah!" The teens summon their Primary moves and jab the ground, stopping themselves beside Ace and others.

    . . .

    Drizzling, showering: The collapsed building doesn't care as it gets drenched, a weakened Blaziken lying within the destruction while away from the fight. The flaming auras have faded since, Sylock coughing while struggling to move. Not that it matters, considering he's shrouded in dark pink auras, lifting out of the rubbles.

    Sylock groans, shuffling within the telekinetic hold. His teeth clench, his fists grip—the Blaziken snarls at this trap he somehow gets himself in. His gaze is soon laid upon the source of his struggle. His nightmares: Xenia the Espeon, eyes glowing with pink menace. Tears start flooding from him.

    And the Espeon? She smiles at it. "Your struggles…" Her tail swishes. "I always admire it: The tears spiraling your cheeks, the raging clenches of your fists—" sighs with joy. "Even seeing your teeth clamming each other gives me euphoria."

    She purrs. "Reminds me of the time I ordered you to get those blue and red gems." Sylock gasps, leading Xenia to grin. "Remember?"

    Sylock pauses, brief images of a Torchic having two gems in his mouth appear. He fixates over those imagery, his eyes quaking. Just like what is happening to the Torchic of the past. Sylock of the past.

    Xenia opens her mouth, smiling away her sharp teeth. "My precious toy."

    The Blaziken cries.

    He lets out his soft voice for the first time in a long while, wailing and drenching his face with his failures. And all Xenia can do is giggle.

    "That's it, toy: Let it loose. Let those tears remind you of your place in my world." Xenia cares not for the rain plastering her: Grinning at the amusement she thrives from Sylock. She brings him close, her head beside his'. "Where you always belong." She licks him, the avian crying further.

    . . .

    Courtney blinks, hearing screams from afar. She looks behind her, warping with concern. "Sylock?" Her hand is against her maw, trembling.

    Sylock's torment matches Ramon's: Misery. The Zoroark trembles and cries, his blues mixing with the goos, remaining trapped in this prison Nomar gives him. He whimpers, thinking he used to trust this person, someone he once thought was a considerate brother who wishes only for the best.

    But instead: Nomar is a cruel ancestor that's the worst.

    Carly glances at her grunts. "Stand back, Conjures." Her group does as they're told, backing away from the enemies. X and Lycus along with Merlin and Arthur pause themselves, looking around.

    "Hmm?" X looks at Carly, who stares right back at him.

    Justin tilts his head. "What're you doing?"

    The leader raises her hand, blue auras surround it. Blue auras also shroud X, the Buizel staring at himself. "Huh…?" The auras fade, X blinking multiple times. "I'm…not sure what just happened." He eyes his tails. "Didn't even feel pain from that, too."

    Carly sets her hands behind her back. "Objective completed." She nods at Jester. "Thank you for setting up the rain."

    Jester bows. "With pleasure, Mistress!"

    The girl eyes Arthur and Lycus. "Stand back, you two." And then at Sully. "When I say shoot, that means shoot. Understood?"

    Sully taps her cane. "Affirmative, Mistress."

    Lycus and Arthur nod, rushing over to Carly's side. Lycus eyes X, smirking. "You shouldn't let her do that, kid."

    X quirks his brow. "What's that supposed to mean!?"

    Merlin tilts his head. "What's going on?"

    Carly closes her eyes and coats herself in aquatic energy, blasting towards Justin and Ada within seconds. "AH!" the two exclaim, colliding against the first rubbled building beside Roan, groaning.

    Coleo jumps out of the way in time. "Blimney!"

    "Shoot," Carly demands.

    Sully swings her cane, red energy immediately striking the teens: Both coughing and gasping afterwards.

    "BLIMNEY!"

    Ada strokes her chest, breathing heavily. "My…lungs…" Her eyes jolt, shaking.

    "Shit…fam…" Justin gags.

    Carly then turns towards the others, chilly presences surrounding her. She thrusts her arms: A Blizzard slamming the remainder of Spell Guardians away, Ace and his four Pokémon shielding their eyes.

    "Ack!" Ace exclaims, grunting.

    "Shoot."

    Within seconds, Sully inflicts those guards with the Magic move, causing them to cough and gag. Ariel covers her maw in dread. "H-How is she using Blizzard? Aren't Sorcerous unable to use a Pokémon move?"

    "I don't know, unless—" Jewel gasps. "Oh gosh, I think I know what she di—" Carly Aqua Jets against the Grimmsnarl and Azumarill, rolling them around the ground. "OH NO!" Jewel then gets tossed to the side by Carly's Blizzard, whimpering.

    "Shoot."

    Sully swings horizontally: The red auras hitting those three, stopping them in place as they gasp.

    "Ariel! Blackburn! Jewel!" Ace shouts, gritting his teeth. Crude! She's using that trick I'd use in non-Gym fights! Carly then jabs him in the gut with Pursuit, the man coughing out blood before being thrown across the field.

    "Shoot."

    Before he knows it, Ace is coated in Sully's red curse: Gasping, stopping beside Jewel. "GAH!"

    Tress trembles, eyeing his struggling master. "S-Sylve!" Carly slams him to the ground with Quick Attack, the Sylveon yelping.

    The girl jumps off, backflipping. "Shoot!"

    "Hmph." Sully turns around. "I'm not even going to look for the next following ones." She flings her cane, the oh-so-familiar red sparkles landing on Tress causing him to cough nonstop.

    Lycus smirks. "Daaamn, you got that one spot on!"

    Merlin, Courtney, Delia, Mesmeren, and X widen their eyes in dread, the speedy girl knocking their friends out with little effort. Merlin quakes.

    "Wh-Why is she so fast!?" He turns to X. "What did she do to you?"

    X shakes his head. "I literally have no idea, dude!" Merlin gets kicked to the side by Carly, X yelping back. "MERLIN!"

    "You know the drill at this point," Carly plainly says, Sully twirling her cane before firing red sparkles at the teen. Merlin screams afterwards.

    Carly Aqua Jets over to Delia, pushing her with immense force. The woman shields with her bow, groaning. "Gnh!" Delia gasps, a sudden red energy spiking throughout her before she falls to the ground. She coughs, stroking her chest. "Oh Arceus!"

    "M-Mrs. Phoenix!" X shouts.

    "MOM!" Justin yells before groaning, stroking his chest.

    Nered watches this crumbling event unfold, groaning. "Oh no…" She eyes Sully. "Menace! You're an absolute MENACE!"

    X lifts his fists, glancing at Carly. "D-Don't get near me! I learn the secret technique of—" Carly palms him away, X sprawling towards Mesmeren. "AAAH!"

    "EEK!"

    Mesmeren tries stopping him, but it's too late as they collide: Spiraling all over the ground. Carly dashes behind the two, kicking them towards Sully. The woman flings her Crimson Curseous, hitting them. Their rolling slows, turning into continual coughing and gagging.

    Mesmeren strokes the ground, trembling. O-Oh god…

    X grits his teeth. Can't. Breathe!

    "Well I'll be!" Nomar folds his arms, staring down at the two. "We love to see our jobs here being made easy!" He bows to Sully. "Thank you for using your amazing Magic move."

    Sully remains still, charging her energy. "Not a problem."

    Courtney gnashes her teeth, backing up. Crap crap CRAP! Her hand strokes her sword. This ain't lookin' pretty! She glares at Carly, her sword up and encased in magical auras. "Don't you DARE lay a hand on me!" she screams.

    Sylock gasps at his friend's plea, Xenia's ears flickering. The Espeon looks behind her, smirking at the sight of Sully bringing her curse-charged cane back. "Ah. As much as I'd like to toy with you further, it looks like our time is up." She sighs. "A pity, really. Since it was so fun…" Bringing Sylock close to her, she whispers again, "Getting to play with you again~" A flick to the side and Sylock goes flying towards the crater.

    Carly stares at the flying Blaziken, nodding. Courtney swings her sword, a magical wave jolting towards the girl. She Aqua Jets upwards, the wave hitting the ground. She flips around, reaching the avian and kicking him towards the rabbit. Sylock screams, Courtney turning around.

    CRASH!

    Sylock rams into her, the ground shaking violently. The two lie there, groaning. Sully shoots her red sparkles, paralyzing the two as coughs emanate from them. Carly quickly joins Nomar and co's side, dusting herself off. Xenia slams beside Lycus, her Invisible Hunter keeping her afloat before descending. The Espeon coughs, blood dripping down her maw while groaning.

    Lycus pats her back. "Careful when using that move, pumpkin."

    Xenia sighs, wiping the blood with her tail. "I'm aware. Just wanted to get here quickly, that's all."

    Nomar squints. Did he just call her 'pumpkin'? Shudders. Gross.

    Ada pants, eyeing the entirety of Team Conjure. "How…are you two…" She gazes at Sully's cane, the red energy fading. "Doing…this…"

    Raiden clasps her hands. "Oh I'm pleased that you asked!" Lifts a finger. "What you just witnessed is one of the most incredible phenomenons about Sorcerous: Being able to copy a Pokémon's move, ability, and typing once per battle."

    Carly slowly eyes the lab coat wearing girl. "Raiden…" She sighs, caressing her eyelids. "First Nomar, and now you."

    "Hmm?"

    "We shouldn't tell the opposition anything about ourselves, including what Sorcerous can do."

    "Ah. Right." The girl tugs her yellow hair strand. "My sincere apologies, Carly." Sighing, she presses her shades back. "The scientist within me couldn't help but to explain such an amazing feat!"

    R claps her hands. "Oh I understand completely! So many wonders and mysteries within Sorcerous!"

    Raiden points at R. "Exactly!" She presses her shades once more, a glint sparks. "For instance, did you know that Sorcerous has an extraordinary power called Sor—"

    "NO!" Carly screams, holding a finger up. Raiden and R look at her, the shades tilting forward to reveal bits of their eyes. The blue and red hair girl clears her throat. "Let's…not spill any more information, alright?" The two simply nod, the leader sighing in relief.

    Nomar snorts. "Nerds."

    Justin groans. "Y-Yo…" He winces. "Didn't know that Sorcerous could do that. Sounds—ugh, dope…" Strokes the ground. "If only I wasn't hurt badly, I'd test out that copying skill right now."

    Raiden bows. "Our sincere apologies. Or at least, I apologize for this inconvenience." She presses her shades. "It's just business, after all."

    Ada groans, glaring at Sully. "What's…her deal, then?"

    Sully's cane taps the ground, unamused. "Crimson Curseous. That's all you need to know."

    That doesn't help much at all! Ada thinks, whimpering. Ugh…I feel like I'm about to faint…

    Carly turns towards Jester. "Once again: You did an excellent job setting up the rain, Commander Jester."

    Jester bows. "With pleasure, Mistress Silver."

    Carly caresses her chin. "It was risky, all things considered. Buizels don't always have the Swift Swim ability. But considering most tend to have it at birth, I took the high roll and got rewarded."

    R springs her hands up, smiling. "Congrats, Carly!"

    Carly nods. "Thank you." She snaps her fingers. "Jester: Flood this place after we escape with those two Transvians." She eyes the struggling mess of a Zoroark besides Nomar. "Three, technically."

    "With." Jester grins deviously. "Pleasure."

    Mesmeren eyes up: The weeping, damaged Zoroark lies above her, trapped within his pool of dark blood. She whimpers. Ramon…

    "Don't!" Ada screams, covering her stomach. Conjures look at her. "Please…don't take my friends away. Our friends away…"

    "Y-Yeah, fam!"

    Tears slide down Merlin's cheeks. "Please! I, ugh, don't want to lose them!"

    X whimpers. "Y-You crazy assholes better now take me away!" Snarls. "I-I don't like the sound of being an Unmon! Not one bit!"

    Nomar waves his hand. "Oh relax. It'll be fuuuuun! Just look at your friend here." He points to the crying Zoroark, smiling. "He's having a blast!"

    X blinks. "Nah: More like he's in, ngh, pain!"

    Xenia sits down, pouting. "Lucky."

    "Enough." Carly digs in her coat. "We've wasted a lot of time as is." She pulls out her Teleportation Spell. "We're done here."

    SCREECH!

    Her spellbook flies off upon being hit by a blue laser, twirling towards the large waterfall behind her. Carly grits her teeth.

    "Raiden!"

    Raiden grabs the spellbook with her magic, nearly close to falling off. "That was close!" She brings it back to the leader, who immediately slips it into her coat.

    Soon, pink sands usher out of the ground, wrapping around Sully's legs. The woman stares down, raising her brow before the sands lift her, yelping.

    Jester jumps back. "What the Bidoof!?"

    The sands slam her down, Sully groaning. Justin's group feels their chest becoming less heavy and crushing, free from the curse. They blink.

    "What?" Justin says, touching himself. "I'm…fine now?"

    "Same here," Ada follows.

    "Me too!" Merlin exclaims.

    "About time we've arrived," a soft and stern voice says. Carly gasps, eyes widening.

    Wait…is that really—

    Everyone looks up, perplexion plastering everywhere. Electricity crackles around the Legendary that is Thundurus: Spreading his arms, reigning in Therian! With him are Simon, Penelope, and Henry: The latter pressing his glasses while the former has pink auras surrounding his non-metallic hand.

    Carly cares not for the Thundurus: Focusing on the glasses wearing teen. Frown lowering, fist clenching.

    It IS him…
     
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    Chapter 59.
  • Sonic Ramon

    Pokémon Trainer
    Pronouns
    He/Him/His
    Chapter 59: Showdown at Gloria Falls Part 3!

    Revival Falls Arc.

    "Pfft." Jester snorts. "Look who decided to show his ugly face!"

    Henry stares down at the Conjure Leader, fury reigning throughout her. He looks away, guilt spreading within.

    I was hoping she wouldn't be here…

    Carly closes her eyes, breathing in. Suppress your anger. Now. Exhaling, she opens her eyes, displaying her usual stoneface.

    Justin tilts his head. "Fam, what the hell is going on right now?"

    "I'm as confused as you are, Justin." Ada blinks.

    Roan eyes the Thundurus, focusing on the dark skin boy beside Henry and Penelope. Isn't that— gasps. "Simon!" The Axew lifts his arms in glee.

    "Hmm?" The teen blinks, looking to his side at Roan. "Oh goodness, Roan!" He jumps off the Thundurus and ushers towards the Axew barefoot, arms spreading.

    Henry holds his hand out. "Simon, wait."

    The boy reaches the dragon and picks him up, hugging. "It's been a long while since we last saw each other, my friend!"

    Roan nods, nuzzling. "It certainly has! I even met some new friends along the way, Simon sir!"

    "Have you now?" The boy snickers, his left bangs shuffling. "That's fantastic to hear!"

    "Thanks!"

    Justin, Ada, Courtney, Sylock, and Coleo blink at the two, perplexed beyond belief. He knows one of them? the five think.

    "Hey." Henry and Penelope jump off, the teen folding his arms as his blue glasses tilt. "Now's not the time for friendly chitchats." He points at the Conjure Leader and admins to his left. "We got to save Ramon and prevent Dne's revival."

    Nomar blinks, shaking his head. "...PFFFT HAHAHA!" He slaps his knee. "Good one."

    Henry tilts his head. "What?"

    Nomar smirks. "About you preventing my revival: You're too late." He throws his arms up. "I'm alive and kicking, baby!" The Shiny Zoroark kicks the air. "Literally."

    The brunette hair boy gazes at the purple gem, glistening on the Zoroark's chest. "Shit." He strokes his katana's hilt beside his blue jeans. "Should've known after seeing that gem."

    Zethor forms a fist, electricity crackling around. "Dammit!"

    "AAAAH!"

    Everyone eyes the screaming Zoroark, Ramon spiraling while his arms and legs succumb to his prison. Nomar points at him. "Oh and as for Ramon: He's currently turning into an Unmon pretty soon." He rubs his hands together as Ramon whimpers, tears sliding down his cheeks. "Looking forward to it."

    Mesmeren trembles, her and everyone's eyes widen. "R-Ramon…"

    Penelope grits her teeth. "That explains the Kind Sensory fading from him." The Gardevoir strokes her chest. "Change back into a Zorua!" she shouts. Jester fires Mystical Projectile at her, the Gardevoir dodging back in time. She then looks forward and gasps, Carly's Aqua Jet being close to her.

    A red beam blasts the Conjure Leader away, Carly flipping around before landing on her feet. The Gardevoir turns to her side: Red, conjoined cannons ushering from Simon's left arm, smoke emanating. They soon shapeshift into a robotic hand, the teen frowning.

    Penelope tilts her hat. "Thank you, Mr. Victor."

    Simon nods. "No problem."

    Roan eyes the metallic arm, aweing. "Simon." He points. "Your…arm."

    The teen looks at his metal hand, wiggling its fingers. "I lost my arm during the hurricane incident."

    "Oh…" Roan whimpers, lowering his head. "I'm sorry to hear."

    Simon sighs. "It's fine. I thank Henry for saving my life after it happened." He smiles. "Not only did he give me arm cannons, his friend also modified them to be a part of my arm." Pink auras flare around his metal hand. "Bonus points for letting me use magic from it, too!"

    Roan clasps his hands. "That's amazing!"

    Jester huffs and snaps his fingers, glaring at the Conjures. "Don't just stand there, numbbrains!" He points at the four. "KILL THEM!"

    The grunts nod, all charging towards them. Simon sighs. "Stand back, Roan." The teen blasts some of the grunts away with his pink sands, running near Zethor.

    Henry presses his glasses up, his back against the others, his thumb on the hilt's button. "Let's make this quick." He takes out the beam katana, casting its cyan energy.

    Zethor cracks his fists, glaring as electricity sparks around, his hair waving. Pink sands radiate around Simon, raising his arms, his white shemagh shifting with intensity. Penelope's sun hat shifts, her hands encasing in cyan auras, her arms forming a 'X' sign. The three simply say the following:

    "Got it."

    Henry slashes a few grunts before kicking the others, blocking one's gray sword. He then lasers them away, the grunt sprawling around. Penelope dashes forward, firing multiple Moonblasts at the Conjures. She then fades in front of two grunts, both eyeing around with confusion.

    "Huh!?" She reappears behind them, swinging her Mystic Blades. The Conjures groan, coughing out purple blood before falling.

    Simon carries multiple Conjures inside of his pink sands, slamming them down. He then forms his pink sands into multiple balls before shooting Flo Sandios against the others, flinging away the grunts. Zethor jabs a couple more before headbutting another. He then swipes, ushering an array of electricity towards the evil group, knocking them back.

    "Whoooaaa…" X says, awestruck. "These guys means business!"

    Nomar folds his arms. "Tch, especially with a Legendary by their side."

    "Wait, that blue dude is a Legendary!?"

    Simon and Zethor punch two Conjures as Nomar nods. "Yep. How could you not know that?"

    "I…thought they were the stuff of myths."

    "You thought wrong."

    Zethor eyes Carly, Nomar, and the admins, Sully groaning as she gets up. "Apologies, Mistress: That Magic came out of nowhere."

    Electricity crackles around Zethor, the Legendary lifting his arms. Carly presses her shades. "It's fine. You did a fantastic job earlier." The girl gazes at the Thundurus, the Legendary throwing his arms forward: Waves of electricity surging towards the Conjure higher ups.

    Carly glances at Nomar and the other five, all nodding. Nomar lifts his hand before Arthur, Sully, Raiden, R, and Jester follow suit, a colorfully large Mystical Shield spawn ahead. The Wildbolt Storm rams against it, spiraling throughout.

    Mesmeren looks around the crater, mortified by what she's witnessing: The Spell Guardians, all either knocked out or lying dead within their blood. One of them even gazes at the sky with enlarging eyes, mouth ajar. The tapir covers her maw. This is…awful.

    X eyes the six keeping the shield up, taking a deep breath. Alright. Now's our chance to leave! He taps Mesmeren, cocking his head.

    "Hmm?" Mesmeren blinks, the Buizel pointing at the seven quickly. "O-Oh right!"

    "SHH!"

    "You know we can see your orange ass, right?" Lycus states, he and Xenia being behind the two.

    X groans. "Screw it: MAKE A RUN FOR IT!" He jolts forward, Mesmeren yelping and following along.

    Xenia grins. "No worries: I got the—" X and Mesmeren are pinned down abruptly, gray energies casting around. "Ah…Nevermind."

    Nomar smirks. "I saw their asses running." He drags X and Mesmeren, colliding them beside him. "They ain't slick."

    X snarls. "LET US GO, DAMMIT!"

    The fox shakes his head, wiggling his claw. "Nope." His hand nudges his maw. "Gonna need all the Transvians I can get to form my super spectacular Unmon armies!"

    "Screw your army, dude!"

    Nomar pouts. "Oh come on! It'll give you amazing privileges: Making your Magic move strong, being able to use your Rune without dying, and so much more!" He tosses his arms up. "How couldn't you take such an opportunity?"

    "After seeing what Ramon's going through? I don't even care about those benefits, dude!" X groans.

    Nomar rolls his eyes. "Whatever. Not like it's a choice anyways."

    "I can SEE that." X squints.

    Simon looks at Nomar, the white and black eyes vibrant in eeriness. The teen shudders. "Henry…their eyes."

    Henry roundhouse kicks a grunt. "Hmm?"

    "They're not a Transvian." The boy frowns. "I'd usually see irises whenever they use their Rune."

    Henry looks. "Huh. Good point. Could've sworn Dne was a Transvian, too." Nomar grins at the group, Henry squinting. Or was it at one point…?

    Xenia gazes at Zethor, flinging her invisible fist. Zethor groans, spiraling all over the ground before clawing, stopping his tracks.

    This is where Justin and the others stand, reaching the middle: The boy summoning his blades, the girl casting her claws, the other boy clenching his staff, the woman preparing five arrows, the Blaziken igniting his fists, the Lopunny radiating her legs in red auras, the Axew coating his draconic claws, the Blipbug charging his webs, and the young man displaying two waves while his Pokémon get in a stance. Nered pants, sticking close to Ace.

    Henry adjusts his glasses, clenching his beam katana as Penelope radiates her blades. Simon surrounds himself in pink sands, Zethor crackling with electricity. They join the others, all gazing around the quickly surrounding Conjures.

    Justin twirls his blades, eyeing Henry beside him. "I don't know who you are, fam." He glares at the terrorists. "But you're clearly on our side, so I don't mind the help."

    Henry nods. "It's for Ramon's sake." He twirls his katana, the Conjures readying themselves. "Once again: I'll explain everything after this."

    Team Conjure charges towards the gang, the gang charges back.

    Justin kicks one grunt in the face before slashing, one of them tries hitting him with a magical baton until Ada claws him away. Courtney jumps from a Conjure's beam, Sylock Fire Punching the grunt afterwards. He then grabs another one and spins around, throwing them towards the Lopunny.

    Courtney lifts her leg, slamming the Conjure down with Jump Kick. She flips forward, her and Sylock kicking two more goons ahead.

    Delia flings her arrows, blasting away a few Conjures before one of them leaps forward a glowing green head. She gasps, using her bow to shield herself. Merlin jumps in front of her, beaming the grunt away. The woman sighs. "Thanks. She sure came out of nowhere!"

    Merlin nods, spinning his staff. "No problem!" He and Delia then smack a few incoming goons with their weapons, Merlin shooting them away afterwards.

    Coleo jumps, spitting his webs at four Conjure's feet, trapping them. Roan also jumps, the Blipbug landing on his head before the Axew's tail glows purple. He swings, Breaking Swiping the goons away. He lands, his hands resting on his hips.

    "That was pretty awesome, right Coleo sir?" A shadow hovers over the Axew.

    "Aye, tha' was gre—HOLY BINACLE!"

    Roan blinks. "Wha—AAAH!" A Conjure swings his yellow hammer down, the Axew casting his blue claws before blocking, grunting. "Ngh! That was close!"

    A pink sand shoves the Conjure away, Simon stopping by to punch another one with his grain-coated fist. Roan claps his hands, his tail wagging. "Thaaaanks, Simon sir!"

    Simon shapeshifts his left hand into twin cannons, saluting with two fingers. "Anytime, my friend." He blasts a few more grunts afterwards.

    . . .

    The higher ups sit by idly, seeing Blackburn crashing into one Conjure with Spirit Break, blasting him away. "AAAAAH!" He slides next to them, Carly gazing down unphased.

    Lycus lifts a finger. "Hey, shouldn't we go help them?"

    Raiden nods. "Logical suggestion." She adjusts her glasses. "Our Conjures have been struggling against the opposition since Henry and co. arrived."

    "Let's not." Carly folds her arms.

    Lycus quirks his brow. "What?"

    Arthur eyes the leader. "I'm not quite following this train of thought, either. We should be helping our fellow allies, not sitting by doing no—"

    Carly raises a hand. "I have a plan." She glares at the gang, Justin hopping over one Conjure as Ariel Aqua Tails them in the face. "It involves the opposition getting tired from our Conjure's barrages. You can fill in the blanks."

    Lycus blinks. "The hell does that mea—"

    "I already have." Nomar smirks. "Liking that plan, actually."

    Xenia wags her tail. "I agree!"

    Lycus jolts his attention towards the Espeon. "Hun, you know already!?"

    She nods. "Of course! Don't you get it?"

    "But how—Wait…" Lycus taps his chin. "Ooh. I get it now. Tiredness doesn't mix well with fights." He smirks, his paws by his hips. "That's smart, actually."

    "Slow ass," X says.

    "Shut the hell up."

    Mesmeren watches the battle go on. Please be careful, everyone…

    . . .

    Penelope Teleports behind one Conjure, cyan slashing them before firing moon spheres at a couple more grunts. Another Conjure screams, rushing behind her with an actual shovel. Her hand ignites, jabbing the Conjure with Fire Punch. Once the Conjure is blasted off, Nered slams the grunt down, cracks forming around.

    The Roserade casts sludges around her bouquets, multiple Conjures dashing towards her. She leaps up, her back suddenly pinning against Ace's: The two firing their waves and sludges rapidly, blowing the grunts away. "Dieu merci!"

    Ace blinks. "'Thank goodness', right?"

    She lands. "Correct!" A mask hovers over her. "There's a lot of them around, so I'm thankful that you came by."

    Ace presses his fists together. "Hey, that's what friends do, right?" He moves them apart, his pink wave casting.

    Nered blushes, green energies surrounding her. "I-Indeed, hehe…"

    "You still owe me that rematch in Magiclution 2, by the way." Ace jolts ahead, swiping an incoming Conjure.

    Nered giggles, zipping towards the grunts ahead. "Of course!" She rams them with Masquer La Vitesse, pushing a few back before flinging Sludge Bombs at the others.

    Jewel screeches two grunts away, Tress shooting Moonblast at the third. The two then gasp at several grunts surrounding them, preparing their Mystical Projectiles. Just as they're about to fire, Blackburn lands in front of them: The Conjures eyeing him instead.

    The Grimmsnarl gets on his knees, holding his hands together before whimpering. "Grah!" Bows.

    The Conjures tilt their heads, eyeing each other.

    "Huh. Not sure what this brute is doing," one grunt mentions.

    Blackburn's top hair glows red.

    "Ooo, maybe it wants to join our side!" another says.

    Blackburn's hair extends.

    "Oh don't be ridiculous: Clearly it wants us to let it go," a third grunt states, shrugging.

    Blackburn's hair hovers over them.

    "You know what: Maybe we should let this fella go." The fourth Conjure gazes at Jewel and Tress snickering, blinking. "Hey, why are those two laughing? …And when did it get so da—"

    "HOLY SHIT!"

    The hair circles around, knocking every grunt away from the three. The grunts scream, spiraling across the crater.

    Blackburn retracts his hair, smirking. "Works every time."

    Ace looks at the three, shoving one goon away. "Oh?"

    Blackburn looks back, waving. "You like that False Surrender performance, sir?"

    Ace blinks for a moment, lifting his thumb. "I agree that you look great today!"

    Blackburn, Tress, and Jewel fall down comical style, groaning. That's not at ALL what we're thinking!

    . . .

    Zethor swings around and throws two grunts out of the crater, unleashing his Discharge at a large group of them. "Hmph." Many more rushes towards him. "They just keep on coming, huh?"

    Henry clashes his beam katana at a Conjure's red blades, his back pinning against Zethor's. "Yes." He groans, lasering the Conjure. "This is a persistent team: Organizational terrorists." He twirls his katana. "That's why I always advise everyone to keep their guards up."

    "I'm aware." Zethor blasts the incoming grunts with Discharge.

    Henry sighs, blue auras encasing his fist. "Good." He dashes, deflecting any incoming projectiles, his fist increasing its size.

    Justin swings his blades forward, small winds blowing away a few grunts while Ada jumps behind him, her claw slamming down five Conjures. The teens then eye Henry ahead, the boy swinging his fist forward and plowing several grunts. The two widen their eyes, mouths ajar.

    "Yoo!"

    The auras fade, Henry shaking his hand before pressing his glasses back, staring at the teens. "What?"

    "That was sick, that's what!"

    Ada nods. "Pretty impressive Magic move!" She kicks one grunt beside her. "What's it called?"

    Henry stares at his hand. "...Magic Punch."

    Justin blinks, his head shaking. "...Magic Punch?"

    "Yes…" Henry sighs.

    Justin eyes Ada. "I wanna apologize to you cuz you no longer have the least creative Magic name ever."

    Ada scoffs. "I thought you'd reached that conclusion after hearing Jester's Magic move!"

    "I mean, yeah! But like 'Magic Punch' really hits different in the uncreative department, fam. Like huh?"

    Henry rolls his eyes. "Whatever. My Magic move isn't important compared to everything else going on." He knees one grunt's gut before slashing her.

    Justin and Ada keep their guards up. "Right!" they say.

    The group continues, Courtney even powering up everyone's speed with Agility before more and more Conjures get battered. Another set of grunts slide towards the higher ups, Carly squinting.

    "...Perhaps my plan miscalculated a little. Wasn't aware of the Lopunny having Agility to begin with."

    "Wait, she does!?" Lycus facepalms. "Shit, I didn't think of that! Then again, I don't believe she used that move last time I was with the group. Let me double check." He closes his eyes and touches his head, his paw glowing blue. After a few seconds, he shakes his head. "Nope." Coughs blood. "She didn't use it at all."

    R covers her lips. "What will we do now?"

    Carly caresses her chin, humming. "Jester's river is still up." She points to X. "Arthur, Jester, Sully, R, Raiden, and Nomar can copy his ability and combat the opposition there."

    Sully nods. "Splendid idea—" she points ahead with her cane. "If not for there being 7 of us versus 17 of them."

    "Plus I'm in the middle of keeping these three in place." Nomar tilts his head towards X, Mesmeren, and Ramon. "A lot of multi-tasking to keep track of. And I DESPISE multi-tasking!" He pouts.

    "Hmph." Carly squints. "Good points here."

    As soon as one grunt slams beside R, the girl gasps, lifting a finger. "I have an idea!" Everyone looks at her, the girl giggling. "Whoa. Suddenly I'm the center of attention here!"

    Lycus squints. "You did mention you have an idea, hence why we looked." He folds his arms. "Spit it out already."

    R clasps her hands. "How about we copy that Lopunny's attributes? That way, we'll have the move Agility and use it on ourselves."

    Raiden nods, tapping her chin. "Right! And this'll give Lycus and Xenia a boost from our Agilities, too!" She snaps her fingers. "Brilliant idea, R!"

    R sways, her accessories shuffling. "No problem, friends!"

    "Allies," Arthur corrects, R blinking at him with perplexion.

    Carly nods. "We'll roll with that plan. Nomar can sit back and keep those three hostaged while our Sorcerous comrades copy the Lopunny's attributes." She points at the tangled-hair admin. "Jester: Distract the Lopunny first before you and the others copy her."

    Jester salutes. "Yes ma'am!"

    "Wait!" Raiden holds her hand up. "I just remember one thing about Sorcerous' copying skill: We'll lose our magic temporarily."

    "Ah, I've forgotten about that crucial detail. Valid point." Carly nods. "The fight is still going too, so we won't be getting our magic back until it's over." Her fingers snap. "Change of plans: Two of you will have to copy the Lopunny's attributes. Jester's out of the question because I'll need him for my Swift Swim."

    R waves her hand. "I'll be the Agility support!"

    Arthur puts his lance to his side, squinting at the Conjures. "So will I."

    Jester smacks his knee. "Hot diggity: We're settled then!"

    Lycus taps his head, sighing. "I hope we start this mini-plan soon because I'm getting bored standing around."

    "Honestly, mood." Nomar glares at Ramon, the fox still drowning within his tears and substances. "Especially when hearing this baby crying a lot."

    "U-Ugh…" Ramon's maw is soon covered by the substances, his eyes widening. "M-Mmf!"

    "Ah. Much better."

    Carly stares at Courtney, the rabbit Jump Kicking a few grunts as her Blaziken friend jabs the others. The teen folds her arms. "I'll tell Jester when he can use his distraction."

    "Please do." Arthur shakes his head. "I cannot withstand any more of this…incompetencies."

    "Yeah." Lycus squints at X. "Plus I'd honestly like to go anywhere away from this dumpster fire."

    X snarls. "I'd flip you off right now if this deity clown isn't here." The force rams his face into the ground, cracks forming.

    "X!" Mesmeren shouts.

    "I'm no clown, you degenerate child," Nomar scuffs.

    Lycus widens his eyes. "...The fact I wasn't the one who says that makes me mad."

    The Shiny Zoroark snickers. "Get good at insults, then."

    Carly then snaps her fingers. "Now, Jester."

    "Say no more, Mistress!" The light skin man withdraws some water from the river, flinging it towards Courtney. Courtney eyes up the blues, rolling forward: She's near the higher ups.

    Mesmeren gasps. "C-COURTNEY! RU—" her head slams into the ground, yelping.

    "You shut up, too," Nomar says, glaring.

    R and Arthur hold their hands out: Green and purple auras sparkling around. The auras shroud Courtney, the Lopunny blinking in confusion.

    "Eh?"

    Once the auras fade, the two nod at each other, jittering side to side. The effects spread towards the others, including Lycus and Xenia. The Espeon shudders, smiling. "Oooo, I can feel those speeds alright!"

    What does she me— the Lopunny's eyes widen. "Ah SHIT!" Xenia giggles, pushing the Lopunny across the crater with Psychic. "Uff!" Courtney stabs the ground, nearing the whole group after all of the Conjures are knocked out.

    Xenia sniffs the air. "You all sit back and relax: I can take it from here." Translucent arms spring out of her, her eyes remaining dark pink.

    Carly looks at the Espeon. "Hmm? But this wasn't a part of the—"

    "Let her do her thing."

    Carly eyes Nomar. "I…don't quite follow."

    "Hint: Look at the houses nearby."

    Carly takes her attention towards the two buildings: Pink auras casting around the front. "Ah. Understood."

    Xenia jolts the front building towards the group, ripping it off. Courtney clenches her teeth, eyeing the gang. "Y'all, we need to take those big guys down, NOW"

    Delia tilts her head. "What's wrong?" Also wow, I still feel really energized after that Agility earlier!

    "AYO FAM, MOOOOOOVE!"

    Justin points at the giant, decrepit woods charging towards the gang, everyone gasping. Courtney sends her Agility waves towards everyone, the group leaping away from the debrises without a second thought. It crashes, creating a further mess.

    "Phew. That was close!" Ada says.

    Delia touches her chest, her heart thumping nonstop. Wow. Now I REALLY feel energized…Should I be concerned?

    Jester smacks his forehead. "What the heckle was that!?" He strokes his head. "YOU BARELY HIT THEM!"

    The Espeon giggles behind her tail. "That, my friend, was foreplay." Multiple arms dash towards the group. "Now's the real deal." Her Invisible Hunter snatches the group without a trace, gripping them. The gang groans, shuffling.

    "Ngh! Unhand us this instance!" Roan snarls.

    "LET US GO, FAM!" Justin yells, struggling.

    The feline tilts her head. "Let you go? Sure." The arms lift.

    Jester throws his arms forward. "What's the meaning of this, Xenia!? First you barely hit them, and now you'll literally let the enemies—" the arms slam towards the ground, everyone screaming in agony. "...go."

    Xenia smirks. "Know me more next time, Jes." She winks.

    "Yeah, you skill issue freak." Nomar laughs.

    "I…" Jester folds his arms, looking away. "Sh-Shut up! I knew she was going to do that instead of literally letting them go. It was, uh—" he points his finger up. "A test! Yes yes, I was testing her loyalty to our cause, indeed!"

    "I'm sure you were." The Espeon coughs blood, her Invisible Hunter remaining active while holding the group down. Sully coats her cane in red energy and—

    "Wait." Carly holds her hand up.

    Sully quirks her brow. "Hmm?"

    "I need a quick talk with…him." She glares at Henry grunting against Simon.

    "What?" Lycus shakes his head. "No no, we already came for what we need and did this damn mini-plan. Please, let's get the hell ou—" Carly dashes. "Oh come the FUCK on!"

    "Relax, sweet cheeks: Just let her have her moment with him." Xenia purrs.

    Lycus sighs, shaking his head. "Alright." He holds his hands together, his tails swishing. "But only because you said so, pumpkiiiiin~!" Xenia blows her kisses at the weasel, leading him to growl while smiling.

    Nomar cringes. I'm going to barf.

    Henry looks up at the girl, squinting. She squats, staring directly into his eyes. "If only you understood my vision…" She takes off her shades, her blue eyes radiating impassive sorrows. "My way of improving this tainted world…"

    Henry glares. "Your way will never work." His glare focuses on Nomar. "Knowing the type of person they are…"

    Nomar snorts. "I'm flattered to hear that."

    Henry blinks. That wasn't a compliment.

    Justin and Ada look at each other.

    "I'm…lost."

    "Same here." Ada sighs.

    Henry keeps glaring. "And besides—" grunts. "So many lives are at stake if you continue!" His glare is then replaced with sorrow, wincing. "Please, Carly: Understand that there's a reason why Vincent defeated them."

    "Vincent!?" both Justin and Ada exclaim.

    Carly slaps Henry. "Don't mention his name ever again!" she yells.

    The teen groans, not bothering to look back. "..."

    "Aight—" Justin shakes his head. "Now I'm really wondering how any of this makes sense!"

    Carly stands, turning towards her admins. She takes a deep breath, sighing. Calm down. "I suppose you'll never understand my end goal, Henry." Her hands behind her back. "How disappointing."

    "Carly, plea—"

    The girl Quick Attacks by Sully's side, her back still at the group. "Sully: Shoot."

    The woman chuckles. "Thought you'd never ask." Sully lifts her cane, twirling. She then brings her cane back, readying to swing.

    The group struggles in the arms, Mesmeren staring in pure horror. Her eyes trembling, her body wishing to shake along as she remains stuck in one place: Watching.

    N-No… Tears slide down her cheeks, the tapir biting her lower lip. No no no! I-I wish I was quick at warning Courtney before all of this happened! She closes her eyes. I-If only I wasn't so useless…So helpless. So poi—

    "Don't blame yourself for something beyond your control."

    Mesmeren gasps, Ramon's words echoing through her mind. …He's ri-right. A-All of this happened so suddenly. And it's not my fault because of it. She frowns. I need to do something: ANYTHING!

    Sully wiggles her wrist. "You'll crush them afterwards, correct?" She eyes Xenia.

    "No." The Espeon stares blankly.

    "What?"

    Xenia reveals her sharpest smile. "Of course I'll squeeze the everlasting breath out of them!"

    "This isn't the time for games, Xenia: We've done enough of that." Sully sighs.

    Think, Mesmeren. THINK!

    As soon as Sully's about to swing—

    "STOP!"

    Mesmeren glows white, increasing her size. Tufts of hair form beneath the ribbon, a pendulum stretching out. Her ears increase themselves to become long and pointy, claws sprouting from her fingertips. She gasps, the light ending as she stands: Her fur is mainly yellow than before, the white tuft of hairs flourishing around her neck. She has yellow claws that match her skin, gazing at them in wonderment.

    Everyone gazes in awestruck, X gasping. "Whoa…"

    Nomar grunts. "What the hell!?" He snarls, caressing his head as the Hypno stares at her appearance. "How!?"

    "AAAH!"

    Mesmeren gasps, eyeing the struggling Zoroark above. "Right," she says, her tone deep yet serene. She quickly jumps away, soundwaves surrounding her maw. She slides in front of the gang: Gazing at all of Team Conjure, her eyes becoming black with yellow irises. She brings her head back, the sounds building up within her maw.

    "She's using her Rune." Carly frowns, Aqua Jetting towards the Hypno. "We need to quickly dispose her before it's—"

    Distress Screech.

    She throws her head forward, unleashing her high pitch screams. Team Conjure is pushed back: Carly and her admins groaning while flying off. Jester spirals all over the ground, his river dissipating. Carly strokes the ground, her and the other higher ups quickly steady themselves. Ramon drops to the ground from Nomar's reign, rolling around the crater while groaning, black substances shrouding him.

    X remains in place, covering his head. "HOLY CRAP, THAT'S LOUD!"

    Xenia whimpers, Justin and others being freed as she spirals around. Lycus jumps back and grabs her, sliding across the ground as he groans. The Espeon sighs. "Thank you, Lycus." The Floatzel simply nods, the two rubbing their snouts against each other.

    Henry and Simon look at each other, healing themselves with their magic. Penelope sighs, doing the same to herself before healing Zethor. Justin, Ada, and Merlin start healing themselves along with the others. The four newcomers stand in front of the group: Henry squinting at Ramon and X.

    "Get those two over here," he says to Simon.

    The brown skin teen nods, lifting his hand. Pink sands wrap around X and Ramon, rushing them over to the gang. After the retrieval, he, Henry, and Penelope lift their arms, a colorful shield surrounding the group.

    X rushes in to hug Justin and Ada. "Justin! Ada!"

    "X!" the two exclaim, Merlin and Delia joining in on the group hug as well.

    Mesmeren eyes her hands, panting. "I…did that?"

    "Ya sure did!" Courtney states, patting the Hypno's back. "Thanks for using yer Rune there!"

    Rune? Memseren blinks. Oh right! My Distress Screech…as that unknown voice earlier t-told me! She smiles, closing her eyes. "Y-You're welcome!"

    Nomar stands, glaring the huge shield ahead. He snarls. "Tch." His arms thrust rapidly, Mystical Projectiles ramming against the shield. Carly and the rest of her Team Conjure members stand up as well, gazing at the shield. "No way a God like myself would let that shit slide!" Nomar charges his red lasers before firing, the shield rumbling.

    "Ngh!" Henry, Simon, and Penelope groan, the three flinching.

    Carly cocks her head. "Break the shield!"

    She Aqua Jets to the shield, ramming. Everyone nods: Sully firing her Mystical Projectiles, Jester flinging his Pixie Flush, R and Arthur slamming their Quick Attacks, Raiden shooting her Wizardry Blast, Lycus tackling his Aqua Jet, and Xenia tossing her Invisible Hunter. The others use their Magic moves as well, blasting and thrashing and even shoving!

    Henry grunts, doing his best to keep the shield up. "Ngh! I could use some help here!" he says, gritting his teeth.

    Merlin gets beside Henry, lifting his arms. "I'll help!" His purple aura joins with the shield.

    "So will I!" Ace exclaims, the man lifting his arms: Pink auras spawning on the shield.

    X jumps up. "Same here!" He tilts his head. "Wait, can I use Mystical Shield?"

    "Yes you—GAH, can!" Henry groans. "Just lift your arms up and think about using the move."

    "Oh. Sounds simple enough!" X lifts his arms: His aura doesn't show up. "...Or maybe not."

    Penelope winces. "Try not to, ngh, overthink it!"

    Ace rests his hand on Nered's chest, healing her. Jewel holds his hands out at Ace's three Pokémon, light pink energies hitting them with serenity.

    "Hmm…" X nods. "Okay yeah, I am overthinking it. You're right."

    "Less talking and more helping—AAH!" Henry coughs, purple blood dripping down his lips. He gazes ahead: Carly actively locking eyes with him. He stares down, sighing. I'm sorry, Carly.

    X lifts his arms: His black auras spawning within the shield. "AYY! I did it!" Coughs. "ACK!"

    "Yeah, we're under a huge barrage. Expect yourself to get hurt while having this shield up."

    X sighs. "Gotcha then."

    "AAAAH!"

    Henry and Penelope look behind them afar: Ramon clawing the ground, black blood shifting in and out of him, tears sliding.

    "Shit, that's right: We need to heal his wound and fast!" Henry gnashes his teeth.

    "Ramon…" Mesmeren whines, rushing towards Ramon and—

    "DON'T! GET! NEAR HIM!"

    Mesmeren pauses, looking at Henry. "H-Huh?"

    "He's—" the boy groans, his arms shaking. "Undergoing Unmonization, which is bad news for any Pokémon!"

    Justin raises his finger. "Two questions: One, what's Unmonization?" Lifts another finger. "And two, literally who are you?"

    Henry groans. "The name's Henry. The Gardevoir's Penelope, my boyfriend's Simon, and my closest friend's Zethor." His foot moves back. "Once Penelope uses her Super Teleport, we'll explain all of this."

    Penelope blinks. "Wait, that wasn't a part of—"

    SLING!

    A sharp goo stabs an unconscious Rhyperior, dragging him towards Ramon. The rhino sticks against the fox's body, being devoured whole. Mortification spreads across everyone.

    "I'm sorry." Ramon weeps. "I'm so sorry…"

    The substances go haywire, latching onto one guard after another. Henry trembles.

    "The Unmonization is near completion…"


    Howdy do, everyone!

    As of the release of this chapter, we have one more chapter left for the Revival Falls Arc and then the final chapter itself for M&T1! Which is...pretty surreal to think about. I'll save my thoughts on how I feel about this fic being completed once I release its last chapter. Just know that I'm feeling a bit emotional yet excited about what's to come for this series after the first installment ends.
     
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