The first thing you do is stop home. A moment's concentration takes you from cold and dark to the warmth of your living room. Even the dim, leaf-edged light is too much for your eyes after the total darkness of the cave, and you open them slowly, blinking away tears.
Could’ve sworn that this is the living room of that dead trainer, so it admittedly feels a little weird to me for the Child to immediately parse it as “their living room”, but I suppose things are just different for changelings in general in this story.
That gives Rats enough time to hide whatever she was chewing on, so when you turn to her it looks like she's just relaxing in her nest, half burrowed under shredded pieces of newspaper and drifts of insulation. "Uh, hey, Boss. Back early, aren't you?"
"It was easier than I expected," you say. You were smart, this time. You were ready to die. "Come on. I need you to help me with Titan." There will be time to scold her about dismantling furniture later. "Is Absol back?"
Wait, wait, wait. Is that referring to the events of the first chapter, or has there been a bit of a timeskip since then? Since admittedly I did a double-take at this.
"Dunno." Rats is out of her nest in a great rustling of detritus. "I haven't heard her, but you know how she is." Rats stands picking scraps of paper out of her fur while you head deeper into the house. You glance at the couch in passing, but Absol isn't there, just the impression in the cushions where she usually lies. [ ]
"So. Titan, huh?" Rats asks, waddling after you on her hind legs and grooming her whiskers as she goes.
It’s probably a stylistic difference, but a part of me wonders if there should be more of a tee-up to Rats speaking again before her line of dialogue here.
"Yes." You toss her the pokéball and stop at your desk, grabbing your pokédex and flipping it over. You have the back hatch open in a practiced instant and exchange the data card inside for the one you've been clenching in your palm, warm now from the heat of your body. You left Nicholas Garret's pokédex in the cavern, as empty and cold as his corpse. Its soul is yours now, as is everything else that once belonged to him.
… Just
how many dead people’s stuff has the Child collected by this point anyways?
"Looks rounder than I remember," Rats says, examining the pokéball between her claws.
"That's just his pokéball, Rats," you say, giving her an incredulous look while the pokédex boots up. You relax when the screen comes to life with your information. It's best for things to be official, for your life to be somewhere it won't get lost, in case you need it. It can be hard to remember who you are, sometimes. You haven't been Nicholas Garret long enough to get the details right.
That actually makes me wonder if social media is a thing at this point in
Salvage’s setting. Since if so and the Child is literate, that would’ve been a fast way to get up to speed on Nick’s life story and what she’d need to impersonate him convincingly.
"Joke, Boss," Rats says with a sigh. "Looks like it's the same old pokéball, anyway. Talk about your years of service, huh?"
You dig around for her own ball, just in case, and add it to your belt. Nicholas Garret's pokéballs you pull off and dump in the bottom drawer, making a mental note to release them later.
Not even going to attempt to convince his buddies to join along, huh? I vaguely remember this being a thing when I initially read
Salvage years ago, even if I kinda wonder if it’d have been worth giving some sort of a hint from the Child’s perspective of “nope, not dealing with them” such as an implication that they
tried it once before, it ended horribly, and they’re not in the mood to try their luck again.
"So, should I?" Rats asks, making as if to throw the ball.
"Not inside. Come on."
You don't want anything flammable around, in case something goes wrong. Not that anything will go wrong. You've pored over your memories of Titan so many times they've grown dull and distorted, as much fantasy as fact. But there's no question that he was always the most loyal of your team. He swore with you, just like the others. He'll come around, and it won't be long before you can finally set out to fulfill your promise together.
I
do wonder considering how long the attached paragraph is, if it should’ve been separated off from the attached dialogue to make both stand out more.
You lead the way down to the beach, the jungle crowding at your back. Knot Island lies somewhere to the south, no more than a speck far off across the waves. You nod at Rats, and she lets the pokéball go. All of a sudden Titan's standing in front of you, stretching his wings up to the sky.
Right, we’re in the Sevii Islands right now. Though I still find it a little funny to call a Charizard ‘Titan’ given that canonically the average one is short compared to a human adult.
… Granted, I suppose with size categories now, that there’s Charizard that can get out of manlet territory, so I should judge less.
You forget everything you were going to say. You knew he evolved, of course, but somehow you were still thinking of him as that gawky, earnest charmander. Now he towers over you, arching his long neck and letting out a lazy streamer of smoke like he was never knee-high and afraid of his own shadow.
I see that either this story goes with Charizard being beeg by default or else Titan’s just an XL+ Charizard from the way he’s described there.
Though that makes me wonder what Titan was like as a
Charmeleon given that he apparently was quite timid as a Charmander.
"I thought you said we were going to Cinnabar," the charizard says as he looks around, sniffing at the air. "Where are we?"
"Titan," you say, and his head snaps around, his eyes fixing on you.
"Who?"
"We are not going to Cinnabar, Titan."
"Why are you calling me that?" The charizard tucks his wings in close and stares at the beach around you like he's expecting someone else to be there. "I don't like that name."
… Oh, well. Maybe I spoke too soon about the Child not taking anyone from Nick’s team.
"Why not? It is your name. You remember, do you not?"
The charizard snorts out a puff of smoke and returns his gaze to you, the whites starting to show around the edges of his eyes.
"You understood that? You can hear me? How do you know about that?"
Great going there, Child.
"Calm down, Titan. I am your trainer, remember? I know this is confusing, but you do not have to be afraid."
I take it that the Child hasn’t done this too many times given that they haven’t picked up on the whole “pretend you don’t understand them” thing is necessary to sell the sense that you’re the trainer that you’re skinsuiting.
It takes all your self control not to flinch when the charizard's head swings down, stopping inches from your face. He snuffles and sniffs at you, then draws back in confusion. "You smell like Nick. You look like him, too. But you don't sound like him at all. Who are you? What happened to Nick?"
"I am Nicholas Garret," you say. "I am your trainer."
The Child: “(Or at least I am
now, anyways.)”
"No you're not!" Titan rears up again, his tail flame leaping and dancing with his agitation. "Who are you? What happened to my trainer?"
"I just told you. I am your trainer," you snap. You are Nicholas Garret. You are Titan's trainer, twice over. "Listen, Titan. Calm down. I will explain everything if you just--"
Just saying, kid, you’d have had more luck pretending that you hit your head and got superpowers and amnesia and if anything’s not adding up, that that was why.
"No! I'm not listening to anything you say until you tell me where my trainer is!"
[ ]
"Here, Boss. Let me handle this," Rats mutters. [ ]
"Go ahead," you say with a scowl, crossing your arms. "Obviously Titan is not going to listen to me. He is completely overreacting."
I mean it doesn’t help that you’re kinda failing at skinsuiting Nick right about now. I do wonder if it’d have made sense to delve a bit more into Titan and Rats’ reactions since I’m sure that the Child is having some opinions right about now about how much more difficult this is than they expected.
Rats pushes past you and cautiously approaches the charizard. He watches her come, dark smoke wreathing his narrowed eyes. "Titan, this is Rats," you say. "I am sure you remember her."
"That's right," Rats says. "Been a long time, hasn't it, big g--whoah." Titan bends down so far his snout nearly presses up against Rats' face, staring at her in utmost suspicion. She starts backing up, then throws herself sideways as a gush of fire shoots from Titan's mouth.
Titan: “Yeah,
I don’t remember you, bub!”
"Hey. Hey! Is that any way to treat an old friend?" the raticate grumbles, taking off as another flamethrower rushes her way. "What, don't you remember me, you stupid lizard?"
"I don't know you," Titan says in a low, volcanic rumble, twisting around to keep the raticate in his line of sight. Rats dances from paw to paw, on guard for more fire. "You think I can tell the difference between all the raticate I've ever met? You all look the same, like big, hairy--big, hairy rats!"
The Child: “... Damn it, I should’ve pretended that I got her in a trade.”
"Ooh, so that's how it is, huh? Well, how about this, Titan, would just any raticate remember that time you got beat up by that magikar--oof!" Titan's tail snaps around, catching Rats off guard and knocking her onto her side. The charizard comes at her with teeth and claws and flame, and Rats shrieks disparaging comments about his parentage while struggling to defend herself.
I had a giggle at this moment. It’s a nice bit of levity in an otherwise quite serious situation.
Titan pins the raticate under one foot and stares down at her, smoke streaming warningly from his nostrils. "You say we're old friends?" he growls. "A real friend would tell me what happened to my trainer."
"Well," Rats wheezes, "that's actually a bit of a difficult question. Maybe if you could let a rat breathe a bit here, we could--"
Her voice cuts off in a squeak as Titan leans down on her, and then she glows red. Titan's foot lands heavily in the sand, Rats pulled safely back to her pokéball. You frown down at it for a moment before clipping it back to your belt. Well, that was a big help. You need to get Rats back in battling shape before you start your journey; she's spent too long lazing around at home.
The Child: “Well then, I suppose we’re going to have to do this the
hard way…”
"Now tell me," Titan says, and you look up to find him standing with mouth agape, white-hot saliva dripping around his teeth and sizzling in the sand below. "This is your last chance. What happened to my trainer? What happened to Nick?"
You've had enough of this. One hand balls into a fist down at your side, fingernails digging into your palm, longing to shift into claws. "Nicholas Garret is dead," you snap. "He drowned in the Seafoam caverns. Now I am him, and that makes me your trainer. It is as simple as that."
Titan:
View: https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=gNHooTszyW4
“
W-What?!”
Titan stares at you, the ominous black smoke pouring from his mouth cutting off to a pathetic wisp. "He's dead? What are you talking about? Why do you look like him?"
"I just told you. I look like him because I am him, now. He does not need his life anymore. Now it is mine. And now I am your trainer again."
Child, I’m pretty sure that this is a masterclass in how
not to engage in diplomatic persuasion, just saying.
The charizard sits back on his haunches, staring at you around with wide, white-rimmed eyes. "Again?" He starts to pant, whining slightly with each exhalation. "Again? You, again? You--"
"Titan. Titan, calm down," you say, taking a step forward with one hand raised. "You remember me, do you not? You remember the promise you made with us. Rats was there, too. And War and Thunderstorm. You know all of them."
Titan: “Wh-What are you even talking about right now?! Wh-Why are you talking to me like you know me when
you’re not Nick?!”
[ ]
"I don't, I don't--My trainer's dead!" the charizard says tearfully, his too-short arms reaching up like he wants to bury his face in his claws. "How? What happened? I don't understand."
"He drowned. He slipped and fell in the river and then he drowned. Now, as I was saying--"
I kinda feel like it might’ve been worth showing Titan start to break down a bit more here as a description thing.
"How do you know?" The charizard thrusts his face into yours, so close you can smell the sulfurous gases on his breath. "Where's your proof? He can't be dead! You're lying!"
The Child: “(Dammit, I
knew that I shouldn’t have cheaped out on getting a phone…)” >_>;
"I am standing right here, am I not?" you snap. "I have your pokéball. I have Nicholas Garret's pokédex. Your trainer is dead, Titan. I was there to see it. And I am your trainer n--"
"You were there?" Titan's smoking again, breathing out dark, suffocating clouds. "You saw it all, is that it? You did it, didn't you? You killed him! Murderer!"
The Child: “... I should’ve just gone with the ‘I hit my head and got superpowers and amnesia’ angle.” >.<
"I did not kill him," you say indignantly. "Why would I do that? It was his time to go. I did not have to do anything at all."
[ ]
"But you were there!" the charizard roars. "You said you were there, but you didn't help him? You didn't even try?"
"I did not do anything. It was not my place to intervene."
Kinda feel like there were some opportunities to dive into the characters’ reactions and the Child’s thought process a bit more than what’s presently happening here. Especially to show off how the Child sees things. Since from their perspective, them not intervening is no more murder than Titan not intervening when some background Pidgeotto is making an unfortunate background Magikarp lunch. It was just their time and that was their appointed fate according to nature.
Titan's roar splits the air, and with a jolt you remember Rats is injured. There's no one to defend you. "Titan," you say slowly. "You would not attack your trainer, Titan."
The charizard answers with flame rather than words, and you fall clear over backwards, a streamer of fire cutting through the air overhead. You grab for Titan's pokéball, then pull your hand back. No. Delaying this isn't going to help anything. He needs to learn to obey you, and the sooner the better.
Uh… yeah, from what I remember of
Salvage, the Child was similarly terrible at diplomatic persuasion like 20 chapters after this point, so this is a pretty good character establishing moment here.
"Come on, Titan, let us just talk about this."
"Talk? Talk?! My trainer's dead! And you were there! You know! Stop pretending!"
The Child: “Oh, so when
you look the other way on wild Pokémon hunting each other for lunch in the background, it’s just normal. But when I do the same for your trainer for an accident that was always going to kill him
I’m the murderer. I see how it is.” >_>;
Titan: “That’s not remotely the same and
you know it!”
"I am your trainer! I am not dead!" Another flamethrower sizzles through the air, but this time it washes up against a wall of energy, fire spreading inches from your face before dissipating into thin air.
Titan lets out a snort of surprise as you get back to your feet. "Fine," you say, nursing a ball of blue energy in one hand, water droplets running between your fingers and pattering to the ground. "I wanted to settle this like a human. But if you will not listen to me, we can settle this like pokémon instead."
Titan: “S-Settle this like
what now?”
You toss the ball of energy upwards, and Titan's gaze follows it higher, higher, until it explodes in a burst of blue light. The beach turns dark and cool as sudden storm clouds block out the sun, and Titan flinches as one fat droplet splashes on his snout. Dark patches appear in the sand as more raindrops fall, and in seconds the island is gripped by a full-on rainstorm.
Titan: “What. The.
Hell.” [wtfuckle]
The Child: “Yes, I can
do that. And I can do a
lot more than that too if you
really need me to drag this out into a slugfest?”
Titan tents his wings over his head and tucks his steaming tail flame tight against his chest. He peers at you with dark, suspicious eyes, but the rain's taken the edge off his fury. "What are you?"
The Child: “Nicholas Garrett. Your trainer-”
Titan: “No,
don’t give me that crap! Nick wasn’t able to use Rain Dance or-
whatever it is that you just did there!”
"I told you. I am your trainer. That is all that matters now." You shift a little, taking a more solid stance. You're twitching with the old battle restlessness, sizing Titan up without even thinking about it. You like a fight as much as any pokémon, after all. "Now are you going to listen to me, or do you still want to fight?"
Titan lunges, claws rippling with blue dragon flames. The rain is making him sluggish, though, streaming off his scales and dampening his tail flame. His claws dig into your side, but you manage to catch him, wrapping your arms around his neck and pulling him to the ground.
Titan: “...”
The Child: “Again, I can be your beloved trainer and we can pretend that this all didn’t happen, or else I can make things very
blunt and painful right now. So what will it be?” >:|
"Why won't you listen to me?" you ask, trying to hang on despite his thrashing. "Why do you not want to help me? I am your trainer. Do you not want to help your trainer?"
"My trainer's dead!" he chokes, struggling to reach you with another dragon claw. "You said so! You're just someone who looks like him. You're not even a real person! What are you?"
"I am Nicholas Garret!" you insist, feeling hot blood from your wound mix with cooler rain as it rolls down the inside of your shirt. Ugh. You only just bought these clothes.
Surprised that Titan isn’t just noping out and recalling himself to his Pokéball at this rate, since I’m sure that this has to be quite a freaky experience for him.
"You're not! You're not! Liar!" His voice is hoarse now, more rattle than sound. You might be hugging his throat a bit too tight. The thanks you get when you loosen your hold is a flamethrower that rushes past your head, setting your hair on fire and immolating the edge of your ear.
The Child: “
Ow! Son of a-!”
You let go with a hiss of pain, landing hard in the wet sand and putting a hand up to the side of your head. "I am not lying," you insist through gritted teeth, and you're not. You are Nicholas Garret now, or all that's left of him, anyway.
The Child: “Look, if I
assume his identity, then it’s not really a lie. After all, who
else is going to be Nicholas Garrett right now, huh?” >_>;
Titan staggers to his feet, head rearing back and stubby arms reaching for his bruised throat. He takes a couple of deep, panting breaths, then sucks in one great gasp of air and lowers his snout again, spitting a fireball straight at you.
You only have a second to bring your arms up, crossing them in front of your face with palms out towards the charizard. You scream as the fire blast explodes into a sheet of flame, your arms shaking as you try to keep them in place. Then Titan's the one screaming, his roars drowning you out as he tries to shield himself with a wing. A glittering barrier hangs in the air in front of you, brilliant streamers of light peeling away from its surface and arcing towards the charizard, searing his scales and flashing raindrops into steam.
Titan: “Nope nope nope…”
Titan falls to the ground, hiding his face behind his claws as scalding energy roars around him, rippling the sand in molten waves and letting off a hideous stink. You hold the mirror coat in place for a few seconds more, but at last the sheet of light cracks, then crumbles away to nothing as your arms flop down by your sides.
The Child: “You could’ve just accepted me as your trainer and saved me a set of clothes, but
nooooo...”
After a couple of minutes you gather your strength and stagger over to where he Titan lies, falling to your knees in front of him. The charizard's breathing harsh and shallow, his eyes unfocused. His tail shudders in the hot muck, burning lower now, but not low enough to be dangerous.
You reach down and lift the charizard's head, and his arms shudder as he tries to raise his body with it. You bring his face to eye level, close enough that he could engulf your entire head in flame with just a breath. You'll have to watch his eyes closely to know when to pull away.
The charizard's scales are feverish to the touch; he's weak enough now that he can't control his inner fire, and it's starting to eat him up from the inside. He's powerful for the moment, but he won't be able to stand it for long. "What... are..." His voice is hardly more than a croak.
I see that Titan’s clearly built up some nerves since he started out (which I suppose he kinda has to in light of the later plot) since I’m sure that most Pokémon would just nope out and bail at this point.
"What do I have to do for you to accept me as your trainer?"
[ ]
"I don't... You're not my trainer. My trainer is dead."
The Child: “... Wrong answer.” >:(
"Enough!" He flinches, something wary in his expression. His gaze is trying to slip away from yours, but you wrench his head around to keep his eyes on you. "What do I have to do?"
"Can't... You can't make me."
"I don't need to 'make' you. I'm your trainer. Stop trying to deny it." You don't even bother trying to speak human now. If Titan notices, he doesn't react.
Ah yes, that’s some quality persuasion™ in action there. You
do know what they say about doing the same thing again and again and expecting different results is a sign of, right, Child?
"But you're dead," he says, weak and plaintive.
"That's what you wish, isn't it? You wish I was dead!"
You're screaming now, and Titan's wings flare open in shock, beating wildly as he tries to pull away from you. You see in the tensing of his muscles that the moment is now, and you push his head down even as fire starts to gush out around his teeth. The flamethrower is lost as you force the charizard's face into the sand, and he thrashes harder, gagging as a gasp of shock sucks grit into his mouth. You wrench Titan's head up again and stare into his tearing eyes.
Okay, yeah,
now looks like Titan’s had about enough and is ready to bail here.
"Stop pretending! I know you remember. You promised the same as the rest of us. Someone has to save Mew. We failed last time, but we can't give up. I'm your trainer, Titan. I say we're going after her. Are you with me?"
The charizard's eyes show white. "I can't."
You let his head drop back to the ground, and he just leaves it lying there, the rain washing tears off his muzzle. While the charizard tries to control his sobbing, you try to control your temper, digging clawed fingers deep into the sand. You're glad you're human right now. It's hard enough to keep your head when you've been fighting, but as a pokémon, it's even harder.
"What do I need to do?" you ask at last, and it even comes out sounding calm.
Well, for one, you could make your gaslighting of Titan even marginally less blunt and do something along the lines of pretending that Nick was mortally wounded in an accident and that he entrusted you to take care of him in his stead. But I suppose the Child having some skill issues at emotionally manipulating others without getting blunt
is quite on-brand from what I can vaguely recall of
Salvage from my last reading.
"Please. I don't understand. Who are you?" You almost can't make him out for the hitching in his voice.
"I told you. I'm Nicholas Garret now. I used to be somebody else. I could be someone else tomorrow. But right now I'm Nicholas Garret. What doesn't change is that I'm your trainer, and I need you to help me. What will it take for you to accept that?"
The Child: “This could’ve been a happy and sappy recruitment chapter, but
nooooo, you just
had to be difficult about this whole ‘you’re not really Nick’ thing!” >.<
Titan takes another one of those great breaths, but you don't bother preparing for an attack. He only chokes on it, turning it into a sob. "Please... You told me you would save her."
You punch him in the snout as hard as you can, hard enough to shatter teeth. "You idiot. I can't do that without you." You push yourself to your feet, woozy and lightheaded, and stagger off towards home. Titan keeps his eyes on the ground, blood leaking from his mouth. It might be a while before he realizes you've left.
It only takes a few seconds for the dragon claw wound to scab over and vanish, the hideous bubbling burns to fade, but you still feel gray and drained as you stumble up to the house. Too much excitement. Too much blood lost. Duskull emerges from under the porch as you trip up the steps, making grumbly noises of concern, but you wave him away. All you need now is sleep.
The Child: “Well,
that could’ve gone better. But at least I got through to him… I think?”
Hours later, when the child's resting in bed, it hears the door bang open and something large blunder inside. It smiles and clutches the sheets tighter around itself. It knew Titan wasn't in any real danger, not with how short the rainstorm was, but it's glad he managed to find his way here, where he will be safe.
The kitchen table falls with an incredible crash, and the child imagines the soaked and muddy charizard slipping around on the tiles, searching for somewhere warm to curl up and dry off. That's fine. It doesn't mind the damage. It'll see the charizard in the morning, when it's feeling well enough to walk again. And then, at last, they can truly begin.
Well
that got more than a little messed-up there-
The Child: “Oh yeah, and like reflexively turning a Charizard loose into the wilds would’ve been
so much better. Seriously, why is everyone acting like
I’m the bad guy here?!” >.<