GoldenHouou
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On the road, far from home.
But you don't have to feel alone
Brave and strong, together we will be
We can change the world if we try
~ ♫ ~
B E A U M O N D E
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But you don't have to feel alone
Brave and strong, together we will be
We can change the world if we try
~ ♫ ~
B E A U M O N D E
sign ups
Elite Five HQ, Sinnoh
Early Morning
A Swellow glided across the morning skies of Sinnoh. A chilly wind spurred the bird forth, towards a snow-tipped mountain in the horizon. Below, the waters of route 223 glistened in between floating chunks of ice, coloured a vibrant blue by the recently illuminated sky. Every now and again, a Mantyke would surface to greet the dawn, rippling the Swellow’s reflection before returning to its home under the waves. Somewhere far in the south, thick clouds filled the sky, promising another layer of snow come noon.
An hour or so later, the Swellow slowed down. It flew past the mountain hosting Elite Five’s famous battle areas and made its way to Route 224. Once a wild area accessible by trainers, it had since been turned private for the Elite Five. Various facilities dotted the landscape, while still leaving room for the native grass and bug types to prosper. Most were out of sight at the moment; snow had taken over the yard, and the Pokémon had found their winter home in the large greenhouses built at the northern end of the route. But it wasn’t them the Swellow was interested in, anyway.
It landed on the sill of an open window. Head turning in curiosity, it peeked inside to see if it had found the champion’s quarters - only to be instantly startled off-balance by the loud, violent scene unfolding in front of it.
“You think you’re tough?!” Sawyer demanded, holding his victim down on the ground with one arm. His hands were covered in blood, with some smeared onto the floor and the front of his shirt, but he seemed to not really notice. “Well you ain’t gonna be when I’m done with you!”
He pulled back his other arm, tightly gripping the sharp object in his hand - then violently jabbed it down. It missed its mark, and was therefore not enough to subdue his adversary. Sawyer narrowed his eyes. “What, you’re still resisting?! Take this, you fucker!”
Unable to bear watching the mess, the Swellow took wing. It landed on the back of a chair near the human and chirped loudly to try and draw his attention. Sawyer payed it no heed, so the Swellow tried again, and again, until---
“What!?” Sawyer finally spat, turning around angrily - only to find a Swellow, jumping at his words. He instantly lowered his volume, anger turning into remorse. “... Oh. Shit, sorry, didn’t mean to-- startle ya. U-uh, hol’ up, I got some grub for you.”
He stood up and walked to his cupboards, giving the Swellow a better view of the mess he left behind. On the ground lay Sawyer’s unfinished project, a mess of fabric with knitting needles sticking out every which way. A sewing kit's contents were spread on the ground next to it, making it clear he didn't really understand the difference between sewing and knitting, or the equipment needed for each. His progress seemed to have been halted by his inability to get the string through the eye of a needle.
What he had been working on, it was impossible to tell. It looked like some sort of a scarf, but only in the most generous definition of the word.
“That? Yeah, don’t... tell anyone about that, alright?” Sawyer’s hands were still bloody, pricked full of holes by sewing needles. He washed off what he could before picking up the jar of Pokémon food; only the freshest wounds bled a little still.
He threw handfuls of food onto the ground, then gestured towards the bird. “Right, c’mere.”
The Swellow jumped off the chair and hopped over to peck at the food. Sawyer slowly knelt down next to it, noting the tube fixed onto its leg. “That for me, buddy?”
The bird reached into the tube with its beak and pulled out a rolled up paper. Sawyer thanked the Pokémon and stood back up, reading the letter over carefully.
“Oh shi-!” He glanced at the Swellow, “Dude, we got work!”
The Swellow gave him a look that loosely translated to ‘I’m not your dude and I already did my work. There’s no we’ then continued pecking away leisurely. It had a point, so Sawyer directed his excitement elsewhere.
“I gotta tell the others!” He grabbed his phone from the table, only to realize it was out of battery despite being still attached to the charging cord. Huh. Now why would that... Oh. So that’s why. Following the cord, Sawyer found a handful of Joltik gathered around the socket, wiggling their little bums as they soaked in the electricity flowing through. He didn’t have the heart to tell them to stop, so fine, no big deal, he’d just go and tell the others in person.
He scrambled to the bedroom, a task easier said than done. His house wasn’t exactly in the cleanest state of things at the moment. Baby Pokémon toys lay scattered about the floor, with Pokémon themselves occupying the darnest places. He had to hop over a Munchlax passed out in the doorway, and when he opened his clothes closet, a pile of Igglypuff rolled out along with most of his clothes, giggling to themselves. He was just about to bend over and try to fish out what he needed, when a giant Bewear wrapped its paws around him for a hug. Poor thing had a chronic hugging problem. He was a work in progress, still.
...You know what, change of plans.
Sawyer struggled his way to a velvet case with six Pokéballs, and grabbed them all. Not only would he never be able to leave the room in a timely fashion, he realized that... he probably shouldn’t go wake the others up personally. Three of them were girls, and there wasn’t a single deity strong enough in the world to compel him to go visit a girl’s room alone. And he did not want to be anywhere near Jasper’s goddamn ghosts. He figured Ash would’ve been safe enough a visit, but... he really didn’t wanna run into a twerking Illumise first thing in the morning, either.
So...
“Come out, I got a job for you!” he called, throwing the Pokéballs in the air.
His team materialized around the room, and Sawyer gave them a collective nod. “Right guys-” he caught Gleam giving him the evil eye and quickly appended, “and girls, I need you to get the others for me, okay? Oh, wait, you need notes. Uh, Spook, grab the paper. Tangy, pen. Gimme a sec.”
He did the best job he could writing five identical notes with a Bewear weighing down on his spine, then sent his team to venture out.
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