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Survival Project (PG-13)

diamondpearl876

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SURVIVAL PROJECT
chapter 16 ; [KUIORA]
connection

*​

Everyone makes mistakes. I always knew I could make mistakes, but the number of consequences had gotten bigger since going on a journey. No one at Professor Elm's lab cared if my water gun wasn't as powerful as it was supposed to be, after all. With Sai, it mattered.

My mistakes were much more noticeable as well. It was embarrassing for me to lose against a normal-type pokémon. It wasn't my fault it could use electric-type attacks, but the defeat was unbearable nevertheless. I spent the rest of that day in my pokéball, lamenting and imagining the scene over and over. Ezrem told me later that Rennio experienced a painful loss, too, and that made me me breathe a sigh of relief.

Ezrem was also nice enough to inform me about Sai's disappearance. My trainer made the greatest mistake of all! We needed to train for the gym, and we had to head back for a rematch... but he needed to be there for that! I couldn't win two badges by myself. I couldn't so easily forgive him, no matter where he was. Maybe I was just being stubborn, but I didn't care.

Then there was Senori, who went and lost our supplies. Atis never wanted to fight or become stronger. The blame was on them and no one else. Even Ezrem seemed to miss the memo. He was a legendary pokémon that didn't know he was a legendary pokémon! I had been about to tell him why he was so special, especially to me, but we were rudely interrupted.

I had seen pictures of rufflet and braviary in the past. There was a difference between Ezrem and the rufflet I saw. It hit me a few moments after we met. Rufflet were supposed to be blue, but Ezrem was red. He was a shiny rufflet, perhaps the only shiny rufflet in the world.

I just had to tell him, and soon.

*

Two days passed since we were interrupted. Ezrem had suddenly turned quiet. Something had happened between him and Sasha, but I couldn't figure out what. He wouldn't tell me, either. He never told me much about himself. The only words that came out of that bird's mouth were ones that made me feel like I should slap him.

He was acting as worse company now. I wanted to switch my partner, but Senori wouldn't allow it. “I think I'm a better fit for Rennio, and you don't like Atis,” he had said.

Well, that was fine. I would find my own partner outside of the team, if I had to.

While Ezrem napped, I went over to a pond he showed me once. Immediately I decided that being a wild pokémon sucked. You had to retrieve your own food and water instead of having it handed to you, and there was too much competition. Those who wanted a trainer waited ever so patiently, while those who didn't lived in fear of being caught. This pond would be put to good use another way.

I stood by the edge, leaning over and washing my face with my paws. None of the water-type pokémon swimming nearby came to talk to me. I got bored rather quickly and plunged into the water myself to find someone.

There was a school of magikarp murmuring to themselves as they passed by. A few psyduck floated by, some of them on their backs. To my dismay, I didn't see any totodile.

The most peculiar thing I found was a pack of poliwag, all huddled around at the bottom of the pond, away from everyone else, as if they were discussing something top secret. I made my way over to them, curious and hoping to learn more about them. I saw a larger version of the poliwag present, one with arms and longer legs. I assumed it was an evolved form.

As I approached, I heard one of the poliwag say, “The ceremony will take place tonight, so everyone should be there if they can.”

“Ceremony? What ceremony?” I said, butting in as I placed my feet on the ground. I put myself in between two poliwag, noting the rough, pebbly exterior of the pond floor. Whatever they had to say, I wished they would say it fast so I could go back to swimming.

They looked at me suspiciously, and no one spoke for a while. Finally, the poliwhirl stepped in and asked with a sweet but stern voice, “Excuse me, but who are you?”

“I am Kuiora, the only croconaw in this pond!” I cried, my voice full of excitement as I was able to prove myself to others. “Since I am the only croconaw, that also makes me the strongest.”

“I see...” the poliwhirl said, scratching her belly idly. “You are new, then.”

“I have a trainer, but he's kind of missing at the moment,” I said. “So here I am.”

“I see,” the poliwhirl said again. Since she had no real mouth, just a stomach full of swirls, I couldn't tell if she was happy to see me or not. She accepted me, at least, when she added, “Well, welcome. We have a tradition here that takes place once in a great while. Would you like to join us?”

“Sure!” I said, gleeful because I had found not one partner, but several of them.

“There are very few staryu around these parts,” the poliwhirl started. I saw her as the leader. “Similarly, there are very few water stones that we come across. Trainers leave them behind, or they are dropped from the skies above. We have found one of these water stones, and therefore we are ready to evolve a chosen staryu.”

“And why is this a ceremony?” I asked. “Don't pokémon evolve from stones all the time?”

“Yes,” the poliwhirl admitted sheepishly, “but the staryu are an interesting species.”

“Really?”

“Staryu evolve into starmie. Starmie are considered to be alien creatures. That status shows us they are very rare and deserving of special treatment.” Now I had come across the chance to meet another legendary pokémon! This day was getting better and better. The poliwhirl went on, “Every participant gathers their own food around the forest. You will bring this food to the ceremony, and the rest will be made clear to you during the actual ritual. Oh, and another thing... Men are not allowed to know about this ceremony.”

“Why not?” I asked solemnly. I was thinking about bringing Ezrem. Then again, he wasn't a water-type pokémon...

“Some ceremonies involve men. It depends on the sex of whoever finds the water stone. This is because staryu are genderless,” she explained. “In this case, a female found the stone. ...Any other questions?”

“Nope!” I said. The others shook their heads no, seemingly intimidated by my unfamiliar presence.

“In that case,” the poliwhirl said, lifting her arm like she was saluting us, “I will meet you all at the south end of the pond at dusk.” With that, everyone but me swam away in different directions. She turned to me. “This is the first time we will have a croconaw at our ceremony. I think it's a bit unnerving for them, to have the ritual be different,” she said, laughing. Apparently, she had been reading my mind. “By the way, my name is Lynn. You don’t have to remember, since I’m the only poliwhirl in Ilex Forest and therefore I’m easily recognizable, but there it is.”

Meeting Lynn was nice, but it would be even nicer when I met the legendary starmie. I looked forward to it immensely.

*

One of the drawbacks to being a pokémon is that it's very difficult to tell time. I slept when it was dark, and when it was light, I woke up and trained. So naturally, I had no idea how long it would be until the ceremony took place. I asked the entire team, but no one knew, not even Atis.

“Why do you need to know?” a curious sentret asked me.

“I have to be somewhere at dusk,” I said.

“You’re not supposed to be going out on your own. What if we need you and can’t find you?”

“I’m not a baby like Rennio, you know,” I retorted, ignoring his question. “I’m young, but I can handle myself. I won't be alone, anyway. I met some friends. I want to hang out with them before Sai comes back. If he comes back,” I added, correcting myself at the last second.

Senori glared at me. “He'll come back,” he said. His face was strained to the point where I could feel the pain he held inside.

“Well, I need distractions just as much as you do. I don't like him being gone,” I said, willing to admit anything in order to see that rare legendary pokémon. I was being vague, but I wasn't lying.

Senori remained quiet, contemplating my answer. Finally he said, “Don't go getting into trouble. And make sure Ezrem knows where you are. We don't need to lose anyone else.”

“I'll be fine,” I said, dismissing him with a wave of my arm. I thought for a moment. How much leeway could I get away with? “Say, can I take that bag of pokémon food you got in Goldenrod City?”

“Definitely not,” Senori said immediately. “Eat berries. I know you like those.”

“Fine, fine,” I said, sighing.

Smiling, I turned to leave. In addition to mostly winning the verbal battle, I had gotten a wholehearted confirmation of Sai's future return. I hadn't known that was what I was looking for. I wanted a rematch at the Goldenrod City gym... I wanted Sai's continual affection as he saw me grow stronger... I wanted to evolve once more, into a tall feraligatr that would force him to look up at me... I wanted him to come back, but knowing his personality, it wasn't very likely. Everything seemed to remind me of that last part.

I searched for berries, trying to forget about him. Cheri berries were my favorite because of their spicy, pungent flavor, but they were hard to find. They were usually planted around flowers, but there were only trees and bushes around the forest, which made my quest harder than it had to be. I settled for a mixture of cheri, oran and pecha berries. I couldn't help but wonder what would happen if I had to settle for Sai not being in my life as well.

*

Ezrem was still napping when I went back to him. He stirred when he heard my footsteps, but he was silent as ever. I gathered a few large leaves from a nearby tree to help carry my berries. Then I sat next to him and counted them.

When the slightest hint of darkness came over the horizon, I told Ezrem I was leaving for a while.

“Where are you going?” he asked, now choosing to show interest in me for some reason.

“I met some friends. Water-type friends!” I said. “No flying-types, sorry.”

“That's a shame. I'll stay here,” he said.

“Good enough for me.”

With that, I made my way to the pond. When I reached the water's edge, I realized another drawback to being a pokémon. I didn't know my directions. I didn't know which way was south. Luckily, I saw a group of poliwag on the other side. I swam across the pond to meet up with them.

“Hello!” I said, trying to be cheerful so they would accept me. That tactic seemed to work for Ezrem, anyway. They said hello back, but my cheerfulness disappeared when I saw how thin the poliwag looked when they were outside the water. I could see their insides! I felt uncomfortable as I wanted to put feed them my berries and fatten them up.

Each of them had food with them, at least. Some, like me, had berries, while others had caterpie and weedle. No one said anything about it, even if they eyed the dead bug-types sadly.

Surprisingly, other species joined us. A couple psyduck waddled over to us and expressed their regrets on behalf of the pond's magikarp. The magikarp would be unable to attend the beginning of the ceremony due to their inability to breathe on land.

“We're water-types!” I exclaimed. “Why do we have to do this on land?”

“You'll see,” said one psyduck. “Anyway, I think we have everyone. Lynn and the staryu are at the entrance, so let's go.”

The psyduck led the way. We left the route and soon arrived at Ilex Forest, but then we went around what seemed like a million trees, all part of a labyrinth we'd never be able to escape.

“I thought they were at the entrance,” I whined, tired of being lost.

“Sorry. Here we are,” the psyduck said, moving to reveal a large clearing, filled with even more pokémon chattering amongst themselves, waiting for the ceremony to start. Lynn and the staryu—the legendary!—stood in the middle of the clearing. I could see a blue, shimmering item in Lynn's hand.

The two groups merged. I placed myself in the circle, pretending I knew what I was doing. There was a downside to being the only croconaw here. It was awkward, too, being around what was basically a pile of skinny bones. Lynn wasn't so different, though she was evolved. At least the staryu's appearance was normal...

“Ladies!” Lynn suddenly roared. Everyone hushed and stood to face her. “Thank you. I am glad to see you could all make it. Without further ado, we can begin the ceremony. We will make it as quick as possible, since Comerhi as been waiting a long time for this day to come. Isn't that right, Comerhi?”

“Yes, it's true,” said the staryu.

I took a moment to absorb the staryu's presence. As expected, the main shape of the pokémon was a star. It had five appendages, all of which were a golden-brown color and flexible. The outline of the star was a dark yellow, and in the very middle of the pokémon, their was a bright, circular ruby. So this was what a rare water-type pokémon looked like! How had I never heard of a starmie before? I mentally scolded Professor Elm for not telling me about them before.

“For today, Comerhi wants to be referred to as a female to fit in with us,” Lynn went on. “Her being a part of our team here in Ilex Forest and Goldenrod City has been wonderful. She's been here for about ten years, and is now finally ready to take that final step toward evolution.” Lynn bowed honorably. “She was born to two proud starmie. Sadly, they have left us since then. They consistently reminded us that Comerhi was a temperamental baby, but was soothed by companionship. As she grew up... Well, there are many stories to tell. Does everyone remember how she used to pretend to be a magikarp? There was also the time she learned to walk on land. Her determination was inspiring. And no one can forget the day her parents sacrificed themselves so she wouldn't get caught by a trainer...”

Lynn stopped, allowing the silence to spread over the group and engulf them.

“Anyway… I’m a bit jealous. Maybe one day there will be no staryu in Ilex Forest, and I can use the stone on myself, though I am not as special as this well-renowned species,” she added to lighten the mood.

She paused again. The audience chuckled. I stood in awe at this new found information. Poliwhirl needed a water stone to evolve, too, yet she was being noble and selfless for the sake of a friend...

“Enough memories. As I said, Comerhi is beyond excited. She is ready to move on with her life and become an alien creature. Though she will be as mysterious as ever, we vow to love her for as long as we live.” She nodded. “Comerhi wll come around to each of you. She will sprinkle her body's dust on the food you have brought. This is done to bless everyone and make sure her un-evolved form will be remembered fondly.”

Comerhi made her away around the concentric circle. Her body was practically shaking with anticipaton. I suppose that's what happens when staryu prepare to evolve, though I consider evolution as an act of creating rather than simply changing.

Comerhi approached me last. When she came to me, I felt included in something unique, as if the staryu had passed on its legendary status to me. For once I believed we are all special just because of the different lives we lead.

When Comerhi finished, she went back to Lynn and the water stone.

“Eat your blessed food,” Lynn instructed, “and let us have a moment of silence for the group member that made this occasion possible.”

We did so, and all I could hear was the sound of masticated food. Soon Lynn turned to Comerhi and held her arms out, revealing the water stone. Comerhi's bent forward. She began to glow when the top part of her body touched the blue rock.

I ignored the bitter taste of dust in my mouth and stared. Comerhi grew larger, then larger still. What astounded me most was how her red core fell apart and disintegrated right in front of our eyes. When the illumination faded, I saw the starmie's purple form, with a dark yellow belly and a spinning second star behind her. The red core had been replaced as well, and the new octagonal gem symbolized a passion for life with its deep crimson color. Comerhi let out a robotic, rhythmic grunt to signify the transformation's end.

Everyone yelled with joy and clapped if they had hands. I finished the rest of my berry, then applauded.

Lynn spoke when the celebration died down. “When you are done eating, you may take a part of Comerhi's lost core, which is vital to its communication abilities. Embrace this piece of jewelry as you sleep tonight, and use it to dream of your lover, or someone important to you. Once this portion is complete, the last part of the ceremony will commence. Everyone will follow Comerhi to her pond of choice and swim with her alien form.”

I got up and stepped over a bunch of poliwag and psyduck to get to the two of them. I picked up a piece of the jagged, sharp stone. I would have to be careful with it. I bowed to Comerhi and asked, “So what's it feel like to be a legendary?”

But Comerhi only laughed and said, “I'm not a legendary. There are plenty of my kind in the world.”

“Then why did we do all this for you?” I could have reworded the question, but I couldn't help but ask.

“Staryu and starmie are hard to find in Johto. Their foreignness is cherished here. It really is nice.” Without distinguishing features a face might have, it was hard to decipher whether she was smiling or annoyed. I left after bowing again.

Comerhi left with me. I slowed my pace and let her lead the way. I owed her respect, and so would the others, once they finished eating. Lynn decided to join us too. She walked beside me, looking at me expectantly.

“What did you think?” she asked.

“I learned some things... I'll think about those things tonight,” I said. I tried not to mention my disappointment, knowing now that starmie weren't legendary after all.

“I see. Well, feel free to stop by anytime.”

“I will."

Dusk came. No one noticed when I left the ceremony and headed back to my trainerless team. It took a while to find my way back, but it gave me an opportunity to think. In the end, though, I couldn't think about much of anything. I had been shaken up. My whole understanding of the world had been brought into question. I wasn't sure what to make of that.

*

Ezrem and the others were already sleeping when I returned. They would have been awake, had they really missed me or worried about me like they said they would. I sat next to Ezrem, amused by seeing his head buried in his feathers. I looked away, knowing I wasn't going to get any rest tonight.

I held the red jewel piece in my hand. It felt like the ceremony had happened years ago. The starmie's word rang in my ears. They weren't rare or legendary, but the group treated them as such. Where was the justice in that? Wasn't that an insult to real gods? I remembered the stories I had told the team. All of them ended with disaster. Surely the legendaries didn't mean for tragedies to happen. The legendaries would want humans and pokémon alike to lift each other's spirits. And that's exactly what the group did. That's what Sai did, too, when he was here. That's what Senori did, when he wanted to take care of us. That's what I did, when trying to impress Ezrem or make myself feel superior.

Being ordinary could be powerful, if done right. The whole team was special. Ezrem had been special before, but now he was special in an ordinary way. I decided I wouldn't ask him about his shiny self. It no longer mattered.

What happened next was a great stroke of luck. I wished epiphanies hit me more often, if this was the result, really. So that is the way of it. You wake up, hoping the day will go as planned. But it never goes as planned. Between the exchanges you have with people and with pokémon, there's this and that. This and that may change your beliefs and morals. There's you'll never guess... and didn't I tell you?—both of which may spite you. But by the end of the day, there's hey, by the way, I love you, too...

I heard something. Someone.

I stood up and listened for the sound's source. I heard human footsteps, soft but firm against the forest floor. There was definitely someone coming.

“Who's there?” I said, wanting to wake up the others in case it was a violent intruder. I held up the sharp end of the jewel, prepared to use it if necessary.

“Kuiora?”

It wasn’t a violent intruder. It wasn't a legendary pokémon. It wasn't a member of the team attempting to scare me.

It was Sai.
 
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Dragonicwari

Artistically angry
Towards the end Kuorai said that she wouldn't ask about ezrem's shiny self, but when she said ezrem's was the wrong color it seemed like she didn't know what being shiny was or why he was a different color. Maybe you could clear that up some?
 

The Great Butler

Hush, keep it down

SURVIVAL PROJECT
chapter 16 ; [KUIORA]
connection

*​

Oh boy, Kuiora chapter time!

If I had learned anything about the team this past week and a half, it was this: everyone makes mistakes—even me, unfortunately. Of course, I had known this before, but the consequences of my mistakes had increased greatly since going on a pokémon journey. After all, who at Professor Elm’s lab cared if my water gun wasn’t as powerful as it was supposed to be? Well, I did, but that was beside the point. No one else saw, and that was what mattered.

On the other hand, now my mistakes were becoming much more noticeable. How embarrassing it was for me to lose to that clefairy when it was a simple normal-type pokémon. It wasn’t my fault that it so luckily had an electric-type attack at its disposal, but the defeat was still unbearable. I had spent the rest of the day lamenting and imagining the scene over and over in my mind while I was in my pokéball, which was different from the peaceful restfulness that the ball had provided for me in the past. Ezrem had told me that Rennio had experienced a loss much more painful, though, and it made me breathe a slight sigh of relief.

I'm really feeling Kuiora's pain here. For a Pokemon that staked so much on her strength in battle, that defeat at Clefairy's hands must have been devastating.

Ezrem was also so nice to inform me that Sai had disappeared… My trainer had made the greatest mistake of all, by leaving his team when they needed him the most! We needed him to retrain us for the gym, and then have us all head back there for a rematch! Where could he possibly have gone to at a time like this? I couldn’t so easily forgive him, no matter where he was. Maybe I was just being stubborn, but I didn’t care.

Kuiora sounds a little selfish here.

I knew that he was special because I had seen pictures of rufflet and braviary in the past, at Professor Elm’s lab, when I had heard the story I had recited to Ezrem. I had noticed a difference between Ezrem and the rufflet in the pictures—it hit me a few moments after we had met—and I thought: weren’t rufflet supposed to be blue, not red?

I made a note to myself, saying that I would have to ask him about it sometime, so he knew.

Now that was quite a surprise.

Two more days passed after the interruption me and Ezrem had during our conversation, but I hadn’t brought it up to him because he had suddenly turned so quiet. Something had clearly happened to him on that trip where he ran away from me and from Sasha, but I couldn’t figure it out, nor would he tell me. He never told me much about himself. The only things that came out of that bird’s mouth were things that made me feel like I had the right to slap him upside the head, even if he was a legendary. And I had done that, several times. But I had stopped entirely for the last two days—that’s how mute he was being.

Needless to say, he wasn’t making great company. I vaguely wished that I could switch my partner, but Senori wouldn’t allow it. “I think I’m a better fit for Rennio, and you don’t like Atis, anyway,” he had said. Well, fine. I would just find my own, new partner outside of the team, then!

This is not going to go well, Kuiora. I don't think breaking the groups is a good idea.

When Ezrem was napping against the trees we had sat against while talking and laughing, I went over to a pond that he had shown me when we first arrived into the wild. Being a wild pokémon, I had gathered, was nothing special. You had to retrieve your own food and water instead of having it handed to you, and there was other competition out there, whereas everyone at the lab had been… friends. Those who wanted a trainer waited ever so patiently, while those who didn’t want a trainer had to live in fear of being caught. Yeah, it wasn’t anything special, and not for the first time, I was glad to have been raised by Professor Elm. But I would at least put good use to this pond by finding myself a new escort.

I stood by the edge of the pond, leaning over and washing my face with my paws. I thought I would wait for a water-type pokémon to come around and talk to me—one was bound to swim up to the surface of pond eventually, after all. Getting bored rather quickly, I remembered that I was a water-type pokémon myself, and decided to just plunge into the water myself and find someone. Diving into the water, I wondered what kinds of pokémon I would run into.

I soon found out. There were plenty of magikarp swimming around together and murmuring to themselves as they passed by. A few psyduck floated around the water, some on their backs, which looked rather odd, but I said nothing. To my dismay, I didn’t see any totodile—I guessed that they were only really found near Professor Elm’s lab, after all.

The most peculiar thing I found was a pack of poliwag, all huddled around together at the bottom of the pond, away from everyone else, as if they were discussing some secret that couldn’t be known to the rest of the pokémon there. I made my way over to them, curious and hoping to learn more about them. There were a couple psyduck and magikarp in the pack, I noticed as I swam over to them, but not too many. There was also a larger version of the poliwag present, one with arms and longer legs. I assumed it to be a powerful, evolved form.

I guess that search for a new partner isn't going so well, huh?

As I approached, I heard one of the poliwag say, “The ceremony will take place tonight, so everyone should be there if they can.”

“Ceremony? What ceremony?” I instinctively said, butting in as I placed my feet on the bottom of the pond. I put myself in between the poliwag who spoke and a psyduck, noting the rough, pebbly exterior of the pond floor. Whatever they had to say, I wished they would say it fast so I could get the feeling away from my poor feet.

I think I know what the ceremony is.

They all looked at me curiously, suspiciously, and no one said anything for a while. Finally, the poliwhirl stepped in and asked, “Excuse me, but who are you?”

“I am Kuiora, the only croconaw in this pond!” I cried, my voice full of excitement as I was able to prove myself to others. “Since I am the only croconaw, that also makes me the strongest.”

Kuiora, I think you're making a mistake.

“I see…” the poliwhirl said, scratching its belly. “You are new to this pond, then.”

“I have a trainer, but he’s kind of missing at the moment,” I explained, “so here I am.”

“I see,” the poliwhirl said again. Since it had no real mouth, just a stomach full of swirls that all went in the same direction, I couldn’t tell if he was happy to see me or not. He seemed to accept me, at least, when he added, “Well, welcome to the pond. We have a tradition here that takes place once in a great while, at no specific times. Would you like to join us?”

“Sure!” I said, filled with glee over finding not just one partner, but several of them. I could least tell that the psyduck were smiling at me with their upturned bills, so I felt comfortable.

I don't think this is going to work out the way Kuiora thinks it is, I really don't.

“There are very few staryu around these parts,” the poliwhirl—who I came to see was the leader, now—started. “There are also very few water stones that we come across. They’re either left by trainers who found them in other bodies of water, or they are left from the skies above. We find them around here before anyone else does, with any sort of luck. As you can probably tell, we’ve found a water stone, and therefore we are ready to evolve one of the chosen staryu.”

“Why is this a ceremony?” I interrupted, remembering some more stories about certain pokémon from Professor Elm’s lab. “Don’t pokémon evolve from stones all the time?”

“Well, yes,” the poliwhirl admitted, “but the staryu are an interesting, special species.”

“Special? How?”

“The creature that staryu evolves into is known as starmie. Starmie are considered to be… alien creatures. That status shows us that they are very rare and are deserving of special treatment.”

I rather like the way you're depicting the lake's Pokemon as having a culture of their own.

Once the poliwhirl was done talking, I was even more certain that I had come to the right place. Not only had I found several partners, now I had come across the chance to meet another rare, legendary pokémon! This day was just getting better and better.

Kuiora's naive nature is strangely adorable.

“Every participant gathers their own food around the forest. Any food goes,” the poliwhirl went on. “The choice has been given to all pokémon, as we couldn’t reach an agreement on whether or not killing others for food was acceptable. For some, it is okay by their moral standards. For others, not so much. Anyway, you will bring this food to the ceremony, and the rest will be made clear to you during the actual ritual. Oh, and another thing—men are not allowed to know about this ceremony.”

“Why not?” I asked, suddenly feeling a bit more solemn. I was hoping to bring Ezrem to the ceremony if I was able to. Then again, he wasn’t a water-type pokémon, so he wouldn’t have been applicable no matter what. Still, I wanted to share this momentous occasion with him.

“Some ceremonies involve only men. It depends on the sex of whoever finds the water stone. This is because staryu are genderless,” the poliwhirl explained. “In this case, a female found the stone.”

I have a bad feeling about where Kuiora's going to get that food. I just hope she doesn't make any mistakes and hurt herself or any of the others.

On another note, the development you're giving the lake Pokemon's culture really is quite fascinating. I love these little details you're showing.

“This is the first time we will have a croconaw at our ceremony. I think it’s a bit unnerving for them, to have the ritual turn out a bit differently,” she said, laughing. Apparently, she had been reading my mind. “By the way, my name is Lynn. You don’t have to remember, since I’m the only poliwhirl in Ilex Forest and therefore I’m easily recognizable, but there it is, just in case you were wondering.”

I thought that it was very nice to meet Lynn, but that it would be even nicer to meet that legendary starmie later on. I looked forward to it immensely.

I wonder if the fact that we got a name for Lynn will mean anything later?

One of the drawbacks to being a pokémon was that it was very difficult to tell time. At Professor Elm’s lab, I hadn’t paid attention to the prospect of time. I just knew that when it was dark, it was time to sleep, and when it was light, it was time to wake up and train. Naturally, then, I had no idea how long I had until it would be dusk, until it would be time to head to the south end of the pond for the ceremony. I even asked the entire team, but no one knew, not even Atis.

“Why do you need to know?” the ever so curious Senori asked me.

“I have to be somewhere at dusk,” I said.

“You’re not supposed to be going out on your own. What if we need you and can’t find you?”

“I’m not a baby like Rennio, you know,” I retorted, ignoring his question. “I’m young, but I can handle myself. I met some friends, okay? I want to spend some time with them before Sai comes back. If Sai comes back,” I corrected myself at the last minute.

Kuiora's overconfidence is making me a bit nervous.

“I’ll be fine,” I said. I thought for a moment, wondering how much leeway the sentret was going to offer me. “Say, can I take that bag of pokémon food that you got in Goldenrod City?”

“Definitely not. Now you’re asking for too much,” Senori said, glaring at me again. “Eat some berries. I know you like those.”

I knew Kuiora would try to get the group's food. I'm glad Senori shut her down, but I am not certain this is over yet.

“Fine, fine,” I said, sighing. At least I had won one battle—the most important one. The second battle was miniscule in comparison.

I turned, smiling as I did so. I hadn’t gotten much out of the conversation except a full-hearted confirmation of Sai’s future return, which I did hope for, despite my negativity toward the suvject. Again, I wanted a rematch at the Goldenrod City gym. I wanted his continual affection as he saw me grow stronger. I wanted to evolve for him one more time, and grow so tall that he had to look up at me just to see my face. Yes, I wanted him to come back, but knowing his personality, it wasn’t very likely.

"subject" is misspelled.

Kuiora's really getting pretty possessive of Sai...

The concept of Sai and his crazy self consumed my thoughts as I searched for the berries that I would eat during the upcoming ceremony. I chose to get Cheri berries, which were my favorite because of the spicy, pungent flavor they offered, but were hard to find because they were located around flowers. There were mostly trees and bushes around the forest, which made my quest difficult. In the end, I had to settle for only a couple of Cheri berries, and a mixture of other types. I hoped that would be satisfactory. I also hoped that the situation with Sai wouldn’t be so similar—what if I had to settle with whatever came my way in the future, and he wasn’t a part of my life?

Really kind of creepy when you think about the way she's talking.

“No, no at all. You’re right. I will stay here,” he said, smiling.

Good, I thought. And with that, I set out toward the south end of the pond. When I got to the edge of the pond where I had originally dove in, I realized another drawback to being a pokémon: I didn’t know my directions… so I didn’t know what south even meant. Luckily, I saw a group of poliwag on the other side, and swam across the pond to meet up with them.

“Hello!” I said, trying to be cheerful so they would accept me, just like Lynn had. It looked like they had had plenty of time to reconsider my participation, as they gleefully said hello back. My own glee disappeared, however, when I saw just how thin the poliwag looked when they were outside the water. It appeared as if I could see their internal organs! It made me feel uncomfortable, and I thought vaguely that at least they were going to be putting some food in their stomachs to fatten them up some more during the ceremony.

That visual with the Poliwag and their internal organs was simultaneously horrifying and hilarious.

Each of them had some food with them, as expected. Some, like me, had berries, while others had some caterpie and weedle with them… I could see some of the poliwag eyeing the dead bugs and shifting around, but no one said anything about it. Lynn wasn’t kidding when she said that some pokémon had different moral standards when it came to killing pokémon, I supposed. I was against it, but I felt no hatred to those who were for it.

Soon, a couple of psyduck came waddling up to us, joining the group. They expressed their regrets for the magikarp who wanted to attend for the entire thing, but couldn’t make it due to not being able to breathe on land.

“They’ll be able to see part of the ceremony later, at least. Too bad it mostly has to take place on land,” one of the poliwag said.

“Why does it have to take place on land?” I asked.

“You’ll see. Anyway, I think we have everyone. Lynn and the staryu are at the entrance to Ilex Forest, so let’s go,” she said, leading the way.

I'm just getting really, really nervous about this.

We left the area where my team was camping, and we went past the gates and guards so that we could enter Ilex Forest. Once we were inside the forest, we went around what seemed like a million trees that were all part of a labyrinth we’d never be able to escape.

“I thought they were at the entrance,” I said, growing weary of being lost.

Getting really wary here...

“Sorry. Here we are,” the poliwag said, moving to reveal a large clearing, filled with even more poliwag and psyduck, all of which were chattering amongst themselves, waiting for the ceremony to start. Lynn and the staryu—the future legendary starmie!—stood in the middle of the clearing, and I could see a blue, shimmering item in Lynn’s hand.

The poliwag and psyduck from my group went to join the larger group, and I stood there, lost and confused. What was I supposed to do now? I followed behind them and placed myself in the circle, pretending that I knew what I was doing. There, apparently, were downsides to being the only—and the strongest—croconaw here. And I felt like I was the only living thing here among a bunch of bones, since all the poliwag were so skinny. Even from afar, I could tell that Lynn was not so different, though she was evolved. At least the staryu looked normal…

“Ladies!” Lynn roared. Immediately, everyone stood to face her, and quieted so they could hear her. “Thank you. I am glad to see that you could all make it. Without further ado, we can begin the ceremony. We will make it as quick as possible, as Comerhi here has been waiting for a long time for this day to come. Isn’t that right, Comerhi?”

“Yes, yes it is,” said the staryu.

Once again, this ceremony is something that I'm finding very fascinating in this chapter. You're giving an excellent deal of detail on it.

I took a moment to take in the presence of the staryu. As expected, the main shape of the pokémon involved a star. It had five appendages, all of which were a golden-brown color. The appendages were also apparently very flexible, as the staryu was taking every moment possible to move its body around in anticipation. The middle part of the star was a dark yellow, and in the very middle of the pokémon, there was a circular, red ruby that was glowing, like the water stone in Lynn’s hand. So this was what a rare pokémon looked like, one I hadn’t even heard of before! I wondered how that was possible, and mentally scolded Professor Elm for not telling me about staryu and starmie before.

“Now, we all have enjoyed having Comheri as an addition to our team here in Ilex Forest and Goldenrod City. She—for today, she has stated that she would prefer to be referred to as a female, to fit in with all of you—has lived here for about ten years, and is now finally ready to set forth into the unknown, mysterious adventure known as evolution,” Lynn said, and bowed. “She was born here to two starmie who have unfortunately left us since then. She was a temperamental baby pokémon, but was easily soothed by the presence of all of us. She appreciated our company. As she grew up… Well, there are many stories to tell. Does everyone remember, when she was young, how she used to swim in the ponds and pretend to be a magikarp, spouting off all kinds of nonsense? I bet we all remember. And then, there was the time where she learned to walk on land for the very first time. Her determination was an inspiration to all of us. Finally, no one can forget the moment where her two parents sacrificed themselves so that she would not get caught by a trainer…”

Very good bit of backstory for Comerhi. I like the way you present it within the context of the ceremony.

“Enough memories. As I said, Comerhi has been waiting a long time for this day. She is ready to move on with her life and become the alien creature known as starmie. Though she will be as mysterious as ever, we vow to love her with all that we have, and for as long as we live. Now, Comerhi will come around to each and every one of you, and she will sprinkle some of her body’s dust on the food you have brought. This is done to bless everyone and to make sure that her un-evolved form will live on forever in our hearts.”

Well, that's a pretty unique touch.

Just as Lynn said, Comerhi made her way around each concentric circle, shaking her flexible body. I could see her body practically falling apart, appendage by appendage, as she went around spreading dust on everyone’s food. I supposed that was what happened when staryu prepared to evolve in the presence of a water stone. It was peculiar to me—evolution hadn’t been an act of destroying, but an act of creating and molding.

I was the last circle that Comerhi came to. When she passed me, I felt like I was a part of something unbelievable and unique, as if the staryu had already evolved and become legendary. There was something about Lynn’s words that made the staryu appear special already, with all of her memories and connections within the Ilex Forest and Goldenrod City group. I wondered for a moment, if everyone was rare, including me—just because of the interesting and different lives that we led.

That's a surprisingly deep thought. I almost wouldn't have thought Kuiora had it in her.

When Comerhi was finished, she made her way back up to Lynn and the water stone.

“Now, you may all eat your blessed food,” Lynn said, “as Comerhi finally touches this water stone, which was found by one of the group members among us today. Let us have a moment of silence for this group member, who has allowed this celebratory occasion to take place.”

For a few moments, all that was heard was chewing among random parts of the group. After the moment of silence was over, Lynn turned to Comerhi and held her arms out, revealing to the world the precious water stone that was so cherished within the group. Comerhi stepped forward, and bent over slowly—as if to savor the moment. Eventually, the top part of her star body touched the blue rock, and she began to glow.

It was when she first started to glow that I began eating all my berries, ignoring the bitter taste of dust in my mouth. I watched intently as Comerhi star body grew bigger and bigger. I was even more surprised when Comerhi grew a second star behind the first one! Though what astounded me most was how the staryu’s red core was disintegrating and falling apart right in front of our very eyes. All of its red, red pieces fell to the forest floor amidst the white glow. That was all I could make of the new starmie’s form until the illumination finally faded away. Once it was gone, I could see that, instead of golden-brown, her body was purple, still with a darker yellow portion in the middle. What fascinated me the most was the red jewel that the starmie now possessed. Unlike the staryu’s, it was much brighter, much larger, and much more red, as if to signify an intense passion for life. Once the full transformation had taken place, Comerhi let out a deep grunt, which sounded robotic, yet rhythmic—a symbol of its new alien form, I assumed.

Impressive visual. Nice touch with the food, too.

Everyone yelled out for joy or clapped if they had hands. I joined them soon after, and I also finished the rest of my berries. I swallowed the last of the dust that remained on my tongue, and waited for whatever came next.

After what seemed like forever, Lynn continued, “When you are done eating your food, you may come up here and take a part of Comerhi’s lost core, which is a symbol of its ability to communicate with others. Embrace this piece of jewelry as you sleep tonight, and use it to dream of your lover, or someone important to you. Once everyone is finished, the last part of the ceremony will commence, and everyone will follow Comerhi to the pond of her choice and take her first swim with her alien form.”

I really, really like that bit with the core. I could almost see something similar being a tradition with humans in some areas too.

Everyone did as Lynn said. Some pokémon were already finished, so they made their way through the concentric circle and picked up a piece of broken red stone, bowing down to Comerhi as they did so, and giving a few words of respect. Once I saw that they were talking to the new legendary, I was more eager to join. I got up and stepped over a bunch of poliwag and psyduck to get to the middle of the clearing. I chose my own piece of red stone, which was very jagged and sharp, so I had to make sure not to hurt myself with it. Since it was only necessary, I also bowed to Comerhi, and asked her, “So, what’s it feel like to be a legendary?”

But Comerhi only laughed and said, “I’m not a legendary. There are plenty of staryu—starmie—in the world.”

“Then why is there a big ceremony celebrating your evolution?” I couldn’t help but ask.

“Because staryu and starmie are rare among this area, and their rarity is cherished here. It really is nice, and I wish I could say we were rare, but that’s all,” Comerhi said. I wondered if she was smiling or annoyed. I didn’t know which, so I just bowed again and made my leave.

Right here is where I bet Kuiora's beliefs about "legendaries" begin to change.

Comerhi left with me, though. I walked slower to let her pass me, still thinking I owed her my respects. She treaded through the concentric circles one last time, and I watched as all of the poliwag and psyduck stood up to follow her. Lynn also followed her, and ended up walking beside me, looking at me expectantly.

“So, what did you think?”

“I think it’s very special for water-types. I learned some things that I will think of tonight,” I said simply, quietly. I was stil trying to get over the fact that starmie wasn’t legendary after all.

I think I might be right about what I just said.

“I see. Well, if you ever come around here with your trainer, you should visit us again, and see if we have anything else going on.”

Why do I get the feeling Comerhi might end up getting captured if and when Sai returns?

Ezrem and the others were already sleeping when I returned. I guessed they hadn’t really missed me or worried about me too much, as they had previously said they would. I sat against a tree next to Ezrem, which is where I normally slept, but somehow, I knew I wasn’t going to get any rest tonight.

I held the red jewel in my hand, thinking back to the ceremony. It felt like it was years ago already, for some reason. The starmie’s words rang in my ears. They weren’t rare! They weren’t legendary! But the group treated them as such. Where was the justice in that? Wasn’t that an insult to the real rare, legendary pokémon? But then, I thought back to the stories I had told the team… All of them had ended up in disaster somehow, someway. Surely, the legendaries wouldn’t want that. The legendaries would want humans and pokémon alike to celebrate each other and lift each other’s spirits. And that’s exactly what the group did. That’s exactly what Sai did, when he tried to make us feel special for being a part of his team. What’s what Senori did, when he wanted to be our leader and take care of us so lovingly. That’s what I did, when trying to impress Ezrem or make myself feel more superior than I really was.

Being ordinary can be powerful after all, I thought. That meant that even Senori and Atis and Rennio and I were special. Ezrem was definitely special, but now, he was special in an… ordinary kind of way. In the end, I decided that I wouldn’t ask him about his shiny self—it didn’t matter, anyway.

I lay down, and thought of everyone, holding the jewel close to my heart. Yes, they were all special, and I was glad to have them all here. I was glad that Senori looked out for me earlier, and I was glad for Ezrem’s terrible jokes and manipulative self. I hoped now, more than ever, that Sai would return.

Kuiora surprises me with how deep she can actually be. All I can really say is that I smiled reading this part.

What happened next was a great stroke of luck. I wished that epiphanies hit me more often, if this was what happened after them. Really. So that is the way of it. You wake up, thinking the day will go as planned. But it never goes as planned. Between all of the exchanges you have with people and pokémon, there’s this and that. This and that may change your hopes and dreams! There’s you’ll never guess… and didn’t I tell you?—both of which may make you feel attacked. But by the end of the day, there’s hey, by the way, I love you, too…

I heard something. Someone.

I immediately bolted upright, and listened for the source of the sound. Yes, there was definitely someone approaching, and it sounded like… human footsteps.

“Who’s there?” I cried, vaguely hoping to wake up the others in case it was a violent intruder. I held up the sharp end of the jewel in my head, prepared to use it if I had to.

“Kuiora?”

It wasn’t a violent intruder, or a legendary pokémon, or any other member of the team just happening to wake up and scare me.

It was Sai.

Oh ****, he finally returns! Now to see if everything that's happened to his Pokemon has any effect on him, or if he's changed himself at all.

Good chapter. Sorry I don't have much to say, but I really want to point out how much I liked Kuiora's thoughtfulness in this one.
 

Sidewinder

Ours is the Fury
chapter 16 ; [KUIORA]

Oh dear lord lol

Well, I did, but that was beside the point. No one else saw, and that was what mattered.

Is she perhaps starved for affection? It's odd, I've always thought of Kuiora as having some narcissistic traits, but what she thought there sounded really needy to me. In a good way though lol

and I thought: weren’t rufflet supposed to be blue, not red?

Well that's a twist. I looked up Rufflet after I read that, and not to my surprise I saw that it's shiny form is red. It actually works well with how self-important he goes about being (though I've never seen him comment on his shiny status; which makes me wonder if he even knows about it). It could also explain why people try to catch him so often, though the reason could also be because he's rare and so far from his region. Hmm. Nice

I guessed that they were only really found near Professor Elm’s lab, after all.

Hell, I have no idea where Totodile comes from, but the sentence I quoted really highlights her youthfulness and ignorance towards, well, alot of things

There are also very few water stones that we come across. They’re either left by trainers who found them in other bodies of water, or they are left from the skies above

Care to elaborate on the 'left from the skies above' tidbit? I get what you're trying to say, but I wonder where that comes from. I have my own theory on evolutionary stones, and I'm wondering what yours is

Once the poliwhirl was done talking, I was even more certain that I had come to the right place. Not only had I found several partners, now I had come across the chance to meet another rare, legendary pokémon! This day was just getting better and better.

I don't know what Kuiora's problem is, as I have like six Starmie's on my Ruby version lol :p

I even asked the entire team, but no one knew, not even Atis

I liked that you called Atis into that at the end, as he is certainly the most humanlike in his way, but it surprises me that he wouldn't know, especially having been with the school for so long and being on a specific routine

Good, I thought. And with that, I set out toward the south end of the pond.

It's almost as if she's trying to prove she's the winner of a non-existent battle.

She—for today, she has stated that she would prefer to be referred to as a female, to fit in with all of you

I'm glad you called that into play. Too few fics actually call genderless pokemon on being genderless. I wish I could expand on that more but that's all I got lol

It was when she first started to glow that I began eating all my berries, ignoring the bitter taste of dust in my mouth. I watched intently as Comerhi star body grew bigger and bigger. I was even more surprised when Comerhi grew a second star behind the first one! Though what astounded me most was how the staryu’s red core was disintegrating and falling apart right in front of our very eyes. All of its red, red pieces fell to the forest floor amidst the white glow. That was all I could make of the new starmie’s form until the illumination finally faded away. Once it was gone, I could see that, instead of golden-brown, her body was purple, still with a darker yellow portion in the middle. What fascinated me the most was the red jewel that the starmie now possessed. Unlike the staryu’s, it was much brighter, much larger, and much more red, as if to signify an intense passion for life. Once the full transformation had taken place, Comerhi let out a deep grunt, which sounded robotic, yet rhythmic—a symbol of its new alien form, I assumed.

Wonderful description there. It unfolded nicely and I could picture every facet of the Staryu's new form as you presented it. Nicely done!

It was Sai.

I never thought I would say this, but I'm really glad to see that haha

I thought this chapter stood out from the last few you put out. I really liked the departure from your usual to delve into your understanding of water-type mentality and the ceremony, and how you melded it so seamlessly around Kuiora to make her understand the flaws in her own reasoning. I really enjoyed myself here and you did a great job :)
 

Sid87

I love shiny pokemon
I'm gonna go ahead and START this review... I may have to finish it later because I leave for work soon...

Ezrem had told me that Rennio had experienced a loss much more painful, though, and it made me breathe a slight sigh of relief.

Self-centered Kuiora; her pain can be eased by someone else having a worse pain.

I had been about to tell him why he was so special, especially to me, but we had gotten so rudely interrupted.

I don't think this line is needed because it feels too much like a refresher of last chapter that is still pretty fresh in my memory. Matter of fact, when I saw this was a Kuiora chapter, my first thought was "maybe we'll find out what she was going to say!"

I knew that he was special because I had seen pictures of rufflet and braviary in the past, at Professor Elm’s lab, when I had heard the story I had recited to Ezrem. I had noticed a difference between Ezrem and the rufflet in the pictures—it hit me a few moments after we had met—and I thought: weren’t rufflet supposed to be blue, not red?

Oh, he's shiny? I wonder what possible impact that could have on the story. And funny that Annie never mentioned that to Ezrem.

I stood by the edge of the pond, leaning over and washing my face with my paws. I thought I would wait for a water-type pokémon to come around and talk to me—one was bound to swim up to the surface of pond eventually, after all. Getting bored rather quickly, I remembered that I was a water-type pokémon myself, and decided to just plunge into the water myself and find someone. Diving into the water, I wondered what kinds of pokémon I would run into.

I like the curiousity here, and the sudden realization that she, too, can swim.

“Ceremony? What ceremony?” I instinctively said, butting in as I placed my feet on the bottom of the pond. I put myself in between the poliwag who spoke and a psyduck, noting the rough, pebbly exterior of the pond floor. Whatever they had to say, I wished they would say it fast so I could get the feeling away from my poor feet.

Very Kuiora-esque that. She barges in on their conversation, and immediately wants them to accommodate her.

They all looked at me curiously, suspiciously, and no one said anything for a while. Finally, the poliwhirl stepped in and asked, “Excuse me, but who are you?”

She didn't seem to know what an evolved poliwag was called a few seconds ago, but now she does?

“I am Kuiora, the only croconaw in this pond!” I cried, my voice full of excitement as I was able to prove myself to others. “Since I am the only croconaw, that also makes me the strongest.”

“I see…” the poliwhirl said, scratching its belly. “You are new to this pond, then.”

Are they going to sacrifice her?! Oh, and Kuiora is cute, as usual.

I turned, smiling as I did so. I hadn’t gotten much out of the conversation except a full-hearted confirmation of Sai’s future return, which I did hope for, despite my negativity toward the suvject. Again, I wanted a rematch at the Goldenrod City gym. I wanted his continual affection as he saw me grow stronger. I wanted to evolve for him one more time, and grow so tall that he had to look up at me just to see my face. Yes, I wanted him to come back, but knowing his personality, it wasn’t very likely.

Misspelled "subject" in there. And it's nice to see Kuiora puts so much faith in Senori seniority. He says Sai is coming back, and--even though she feels his angst as he says it--she believes it. There are nice moments of her naivete and innocence (which I think this whole ritual is going to be about).

-Okay, I'm going to have to do the rest later. Sorry!

EDIT: Okay, I ended up reading the rest of this in-between other things during the day.

I was really surprised there wasn't anything weird/unsavory going on with the water types. They seemed so cultish, from their behavior of standing apart, to their talk of a ceremony, to the creepy politeness of Poliwhirl. I had a sinister vibe from them the whole time. I suppose I was wrong.

I am definitely convinced Kuiora is the one who will eventually bite the dust by fic's end (assuming she is the only one). She seems to be the one learning the most life lessons, as if her "development" were coming to a head. Or maybe I'm just being negative because I adore and don't want to lose her.

The paragraph before Sai wakes her up with the groggy, falling-asleep-nonsense-thoughts was a very well-done touch. Realistic, and not the kind of thing you see authors thinking of that often.

Keep it up!
 
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diamondpearl876

Well-Known Member
Towards the end Kuorai said that she wouldn't ask about ezrem's shiny self, but when she said ezrem's was the wrong color it seemed like she didn't know what being shiny was or why he was a different color. Maybe you could clear that up some?

She knows why he's the wrong color and she knows what shiny is. If you could point out where you got confused it'd help some. I meant to show that she thought he was special for being shiny, that being shiny isn't a bad thing.

Now that was quite a surprise.
Pfft, when is she ever not selfish?

On another note, the development you're giving the lake Pokemon's culture really is quite fascinating. I love these little details you're showing.

I’m glad you thought so. I think like humans pokémon have their own cultures and traditions and stuff, so I wanted to show that at some point in the fic.

I wonder if the fact that we got a name for Lynn will mean anything later?

Names are very important in the fic, yeah. Mostly just shows now though that Lynn was a great contributor to Kuiora’s future/current change.

Really kind of creepy when you think about the way she's talking.

I find it strangely fascinating when people say she’s adorable and creepy at the same time… YESSS

That visual with the Poliwag and their internal organs was simultaneously horrifying and hilarious.

I thought the same thing when I read Poliwag’s pokedex entry, oh lawdy.

Right here is where I bet Kuiora's beliefs about "legendaries" begin to change.

Damn right it is.

Why do I get the feeling Comerhi might end up getting captured if and when Sai returns?

Nah, won’t happen.


Oh ****, he finally returns! Now to see if everything that's happened to his Pokemon has any effect on him, or if he's changed himself at all.

Good chapter. Sorry I don't have much to say, but I really want to point out how much I liked Kuiora's thoughtfulness in this one.

I think things will change, yeah.

Thanks for reviewing!

Is she perhaps starved for affection? It's odd, I've always thought of Kuiora as having some narcissistic traits, but what she thought there sounded really needy to me. In a good way though lol

Pretty much.

Well that's a twist. I looked up Rufflet after I read that, and not to my surprise I saw that it's shiny form is red. It actually works well with how self-important he goes about being (though I've never seen him comment on his shiny status; which makes me wonder if he even knows about it). It could also explain why people try to catch him so often, though the reason could also be because he's rare and so far from his region. Hmm. Nice[/quote]

He doesn’t know about it. He’s just naturally conceited/self-hating. I think you’ll be interested to see how he reacts to it if/when he finds out.

And that is why people try to catch him so often.

Care to elaborate on the 'left from the skies above' tidbit? I get what you're trying to say, but I wonder where that comes from. I have my own theory on evolutionary stones, and I'm wondering what yours is

Means the pokémon believe they fall from heaven or from the legendaries that watch them from the skies.

I don't know what Kuiora's problem is, as I have like six Starmie's on my Ruby version lol :p

Yeah, but Starmie’s pokedex entry says it’s an “alien creature”. Would sound rare and legendary to her.

I never thought I would say this, but I'm really glad to see that haha

Who doesn’t love Sai? Just kidding.

Thanks for reviewing!

I was really surprised there wasn't anything weird/unsavory going on with the water types. They seemed so cultish, from their behavior of standing apart, to their talk of a ceremony, to the creepy politeness of Poliwhirl. I had a sinister vibe from them the whole time. I suppose I was wrong.

Lmao! Perhaps you just think I’m so evil since I’m going to apparently kill one of my characters. UGH @ YOU

I don't think this line is needed because it feels too much like a refresher of last chapter that is still pretty fresh in my memory. Matter of fact, when I saw this was a Kuiora chapter, my first thought was "maybe we'll find out what she was going to say!"

Really? I guess I see what you mean. I guess 2 weeks is different from that one 3 month break I took, huh?

Oh, he's shiny? I wonder what possible impact that could have on the story. And funny that Annie never mentioned that to Ezrem.

I’m writing under the impression that she didn’t know either, or she didn’t tell him because she didn’t want to risk hurting him. (I personally think there’s a lot of negative psychological impact on being a shiny pokémon, which we’ll see later.)

She didn't seem to know what an evolved poliwag was called a few seconds ago, but now she does?

Idk what you’re talking about. …Will have to fix it later.

Thanks for reviewing!
 

Dragonicwari

Artistically angry
This is what's confusing me;

I knew that he was special because I had seen pictures of rufflet and braviary in the past, at Professor Elm’s lab, when I had heard the story I had recited to Ezrem. I had noticed a difference between Ezrem and the rufflet in the pictures—it hit me a few moments after we had met—and I thought: weren’t rufflet supposed to be blue, not red?

It's obvious she knows he is the wrong color, but it makes it seem like K has no idea why he is (maybe its just me?)
 

diamondpearl876

Well-Known Member
This is what's confusing me;



It's obvious she knows he is the wrong color, but it makes it seem like K has no idea why he is (maybe its just me?)

Nah, she knows why he is. Here, she just doesn't specifically use the term "shiny pokemon". She's just reflecting on the moment she met him and the process she went through when she was realizing that he WAS shiny. It's not like she sees a shiny every day, so even though she knows what shiny pokemon are, she was just a bit confused. Hope that clears things up.
 

diamondpearl876

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SURVIVAL PROJECT
chapter 17 ; [ATIS]
resolute

*​

Everyone at the Violet City pokémon school had high hopes for me. Shannon thought I'd be a kickboxer, even though I hardly spun or fought with my legs. Joey hoped I would magically turn into a fire-type pokémon for whatever reason. And Jason wished he could be my trainer someday. They created these scenarios for me without asking me what I wanted out of my life. If only they could look at me now... I was being reunited with my trainer, who chose to abandon us and leave us to temporarily live as wild pokémon shortly after I decided he would never do such a thing.

For me, living as a wild pokémon wasn't easy. It was my first time being on my own. Though I had my team, I had no escort, and preferably so. I made my own rules. I wouldn't kill anyone for food, even if it was dreadful eating the same kinds of berries day after day. I searched for ways to purify the dirty pond water, having to fight a few wild pokémon along the way. The tension didn't make for an ideal habitat. The wild pokémon initially tried to talk some sense into me, but I had a feeling they were aiming to backstab me. I instigated further battles.

Life went on like this for about three weeks before Sai showed his face again. We were woken up by Kuiora's cry and the conversation that followed. No one showed any excitement except for her. The confusion surrounding the entire ordeal loomed through the air, and we wanted an explanation. But Sai didn't offer one. He said hello to each of us, then added how it was good to be back. He said he was very sorry. Eventually, we went back to sleep, thinking this would appear as a dream in the morning. Sai seemed normal, as he didn't sleep at all.

I felt betrayed. I thought I knew Sai. I thought I was the closest to him compared to the others. He held my secret, I knew his secret, and we had had heartfelt conversations in the past. Yet he had left me—left us—presumably knowing the damage his actions might have caused. Even if he wasn't the most logical person, he had to have known his disappearance would have an effect on us.

There was no euphemism for what happened. Sai had truly messed up. Soon he was trying to cover up his mistakes with jokes.

*

“I thought about what we'd do when I came back,” Sai said. We were making our way back to the Goldenrod City Pokémon Center, leaving behind an area none of us would miss. “We should take over the world!”

“No,” Ezrem said flatly.

“Hey, you haven't even listened to my ideas yet.” Sai folded his arms and pretended to pout.

“No,” Ezrem said again.

“Let him talk,” I said. Even if I wasn't happy with my trainer, I wanted him to speak until he cracked and told us what he was doing for the last three weeks.

“No,” Ezrem said, grinning at me. I looked away, ashamed.

“Well, anyway,” Sai said, “we're gonna continue our journey to get the badges. Once we get all eight of them, I can become the champion! We'll be the strongest team in the Johto region.”

“Isn't that the point of any journey?” Rennio said. “This doesn't sound like anything you made up.”

“That hasn't been our goal,” Sai said, “but it could be. Once I'm the champion, every pokémon in the world will want to be on our team! We could form an army of sentret, an army of elekid”—at this, Rennio blanched—”an army of hitmontop, and so on. We'll take over the government and make sure no one has to suffer ever again.”

No one dared to question him.

Instead, Senori said, “Sai, I have something to tell you.” If he couldn't make Sai feel bad about leaving, he could make Sai feel bad about other things.

“You don't think it's a good idea?”

“Not that. If you haven't noticed already, your backpack was stolen.”

“Oh. Yeah,” Sai replied, the spirit in his voice still there. “Is that it?”

“That means your badges were stolen,” Senori told him bluntly.

“Oh. Oh...”

“Look, I'm really sorry about that. I should have been paying more attention.” The sentret hung his head.

“It's okay. Like I said, our goal isn't to become the champion or anything, right? We don't need them.”

“What is our goal, then?” Ezrem asked.

“To be as strong as possible,” Sai said after a few moments. There was another pause before he said, “Wait. That means I have no money for a Pokémon Center room.”

“Right...” Senori said.

“What about food?”

“Half a bag.”

“...I guess we're heading to the gym first.”

There had to a plus side to this. Sai was back to his cheery, careless self. No longer was he self-loathing. He felt pride in his actions and words once more. It didn't make sense to me. If he went through some sort of suffering during his absence, why did he seem so upbeat? My head hurt when I tried to figure it out.

As we went on, I stayed behind everyone else. I was the only one who saw Sai reach into his pocket and pull out a bottle. He held it at his side, opened it discreetly, and took out a small, white pill. He crammed it into his mouth and swallowed it. Medication, Earl had called it once. So Sai meant it when he told me he was always sick, but I couldn't pinpoint the actual illness...

We were interrupted by two familiar people before we reached the gym. I recognized them as Marty and Sasha. Maybe it wasn't a lucky encounter, considering Marty's hatred for Sai, but he seemed calm and collected as he approached us.

“Yo, Sai,” he said. “I saw your croconaw running around Ilex Forest the other day. Where were you?”

If Marty knew the truth, he would call the police and have us taken away from Sai. I curiously noted Kuiora's escape. Hadn't she been told to stay around the designated area?

“She's a strong pokémon,” Sai said. “She can handle herself, so I let her go out and get some exercise.”

“Not the smartest thing to do.”

“She wasn't alone, remember?” Sasha said, turning to her brother. “She had the rufflet. It really is Sai's.”

“He's not exactly mine,” Sai admitted. “He likes to follow me around.”

“She wasn't alone, and that's all that matters. Marty?”

“I suppose,” Marty replied. He was more sociable since his sister was around. If we kept running into him, I wanted her to be there as well. “Looks like you could have caught that rufflet for me.”

“What?” Ezrem chimed in. “No way! I never would have allowed that!” He jumped up and down to attract attention to his fury. He threatened to peck Marty, but Sasha stopped him.

“Yeah, but not if he's taken a liking to Sai,” she said, bending down to pet the bird on the head. Ezrem relaxed and accepted her affection.

“Anyway...” Sai said, changing the subject. “What are you guys doing in Goldenrod City?”

“Oh, right. I had a favor I wanted to ask of you, so we've been looking for you these last few days!” Sasha said.

“A favor?” His head dropped as he realized he had left not only his team, but also the people he wanted as friends.

“There's a pokémon fan club on the west side of the city. We're here for this month's meeting. Even Marty is gonna join this time!” She put her hands together and peered over at him. Marty nodded. “We focus on pokémon types, and we're asked to bring a pokémon of the specified type if we can. This month, the fan club is asking for normal- and fighting-type pokémon. I don't have any, so..."

She glanced at us, one by one. Her gaze stopped when it reached Senori and me.

“Oh,” Sai said. “But we were about to go to the gym...”

“The meeting is in an hour. You can go to the gym tonight! Not a problem,” Sasha said excitedly. “Also, I'd like to take the rufflet, since he's so rare.”

“That's up to Ezrem,” Sai said. He paused. His face was strained. He was torn between catering to his friends and getting on with his journey after already being delayed. He looked like he was going to burst if he didn't get the gym badge within the next five minutes. “I don't know...”

“What do you say, Ezrem? Do you want to come with?”

I wanted a choice too. The fortunate rufflet shook his head no. “I'm not going with that guy,” he said. “I'm sticking with Sai.”

“What'd he say?” Sasha asked.

“He said he doesn't want to go with you.”

“Pretty please?” She ruffled the feathers on his neck.

Ezrem pulled away and said, “First you asked for my pokéball, and now you want loyalty? Will you be out for my blood next? The answer is no!”

“He said no,” Sai said. It was a smart idea to keep things simple, I gathered.

Sasha frowned and stood up. “Okay. What about Senori and Atis? Is that okay? I promise I'll return them as soon as I can.”

Sai paused, then gave in. “Sure... Just be back by dusk, okay? I really need to go to the gym today.”

“Deal!” Sasha said, clapping her hands together. She picked up Senori, hugging him and telling him what a great time they were going to have together. Then she came to me and grabbed my hand, ignoring my spikes. She had guts, or she was just too excited. She pulled me along as I waved goodbye to Sai and the others.

I wondered when I would see Sai next. Sai had abandoned us, and now he was sending us away to spend time with other trainers. ...The second part wasn't so bad. It wasn't as if Marty or Sasha were complete strangers. Sasha had proven herself to be nice, and Sai was probably trying to get Marty's approval.

But... a pokémon fan club emphasized everything I despised. I was suddenly living in a nightmare.

*

As it turned out, no one else in the club had a normal- or fighting-type pokémon. We were the center of attention.

The club members sat around a circular table. Senori and me were placed on the table. We were told to have some fun. I couldn't tell her so, but I would not be having fun during this meeting.

“All right,” said a man. He wore a nice brown suit with a white scarf coiled around his neck. His voice was thunderous, nearly making me jump. “Everyone look at these beautiful pokémon! Sasha has brought them for us today. Everyone give her a round of applause.” The entire room clapped except for Senori and me. He seemed lost, but satisfied. “We revel in a pokémon's presence! We thank them for being here! We look at them and smile. They bring us joy, and they help us with our hopes, our fears, our dreams. We owe a lot to these creatures that make our world a ton brighter. Sentret and Hitmontop... On behalf of all of us, I thank you.”

I felt more uncomfortable than before. Not only was he worshiping pokémon, but also everyone was staring at us. My legs shook, and I had to sit down to prevent myself from falling over.

“We will talk today about the relationship between normal- and fighting-type pokémon. Normal-types offer us a unique perspective on life and encourage individualism. Fighting-types teach us to stand up for ourselves.” I cringed. I inspired no one, not even Earl and Sai. “While fighting-types have the advantage over normal-types, we know they can work in harmony. Sasha”—she snapped her head toward him—“won't you start the discussion today? They're your pokémon, after all.”

“Oh, no,” she said, laughing. “They belong to a friend of mine, so we're lucky to have them today.” She stopped, and everyone clapped again. “It's also true when you say normal-types are unique. They can learn almost any elemental attack."

“Yes, yes,” said George. “This sentret, when it evolves and becomes stronger, will learn many useful attacks.”

“Now that you mention evolution...” Sasha said, glancing at Senori confusedly, “this sentret's trainer almost has three badges. Aren't sentret supposed to evolve at a low level?”

At this, Senori stood up again. He turned around, surveying the audience's reactions. The audience whispered amongst themselves.

“What's wrong?” I asked him.

“I'm getting old, but I've never thought about evolving. I didn't know it was so... commonplace for my species,” Senori said. “I need to evolve.”

“You're gonna evolve here? It's not like you to be so impulsive, either..."

“Don't be silly. I have to be like Kuiora and put on a show,” he said. I could tell he was joking. His voice was jittery, as if a revelation had come to him. He sighed contentedly.

“I'm glad you're having fun,” I said as the man kept talking.

“What's life without a little adventure?” Senori said, grinning at me.

“It's safe,” I said, “and comfortable.”

“Fair enough.”

“Now,” George said, “what about you, son? Sasha's brother. I'm afraid I don't know your name."

“Marty,” he replied. All eyes were on him now.

“Do you have anything to add?”

“Hmm. While normal-types have access to special moves, the moves aren't as powerful as, say, a fire-type's attacks would be.”

“True, true,” George said.

“Way to be a downer,” Senori said, glaring at them.

Marty ignored Senori, unable to comprehend his speech. “Fighting-types are almost the exact opposite to normal-types,” he went on. “They have a lot of advantages, but they have a lot more weaknesses. And they have very limited attacks.”

“The boy knows his stuff. I'm glad you brought him, Sasha.”

“That's my brother for you,” she said.

“Well, the last thing I want to point out for now is that hitmontop are rare around these parts," the man said in a peculiar fashion.

I gulped and played with my hands nervously. If only I was as common as a sentret... Then I wouldn't feel so alone... I tried to focus on the rhythm of my movements. It didn't work.

Someone raised their hand. George messed with his white scarf for a moment before he called on the young teenage boy. “Can we get the hitmontop to show us some of its signature moves?” he asked.

“Signature moves, my boy?”

“Yeah. It should be able to spin on its top and do handstands.”

“Marvelous,” George said. I shuddered. “Hitmontop, will you do this for us? Will you?”

“Uh,” I said dumbly. How could I say no when they couldn't understand me? I shook my head no, but they egged me on by offering encouraging words. I was more self-conscious now.

“Come on!” Senori said. “You can do it. I'll make sure Sai doesn't make you battle if you do it.”

That was the honest motivation I needed, though I wasn't sure if I could still perform those tricks. There was one way to find out. I got to my feet shakily, which took longer than it should have. To my dismay, the club members cheered. I bent forward, my hands touching the table. I pushed off of my legs and soon they were up in the air. I used my hands to balance myself. Everyone continued to cheer.

The handstand trick was easy. Spinning was not.

I propelled myself to the left, then removed my hands out of the way so that the only thing keeping me upright was the pointed top of my head. I spun slowly, as I hadn't given myself much momentum. There wasn't much I could do about that except keep going. Soon I lost speed and came to a dizzy stop. I fell on my stomach and sighed.

Everyone commended me for my attempt, especially Sasha and Marty. I smiled weakly and waved my hand in a passive manner. I could tell I was sweating.

When the audience went quiet, George had another grand idea. “Fighting-types have an advantage over normal-types,” he said. “These two pokémon, however, have the same trainer. That means they know each other's moves and tactics. Why not try a mock battle?”

That was the last thing I needed. Senori, on the other hand, was all for it.

“I need practice now,” Senori said. “I need to get close to evolving!”

“Uh,” I said. “Do you really want to? I mean, we could always say no...”

“Nah.” He lifted himself up. “I'm making you do this.”

“I wouldn't expect anything less from you...”

Seeing the worried look in my eyes, Marty said, “You don't have to actually hurt each other.”

“Ah, Marty is concerned for the pokémon, I see,” George said.

“I'm always concerned about that.”

“Why is that? It's natural, but I'd like to hear your point of view.”

“Well, my situation might be a bit... unique. At least, I hope so,” Marty said, rubbing the back of his head. “I don't like admitting this, but... my father used to abuse pokémon”—at this, some members gasped—“and I hated that. I really despised that, actually.” He paused. “There was nothing I could do to stop it when I was younger. Now, though, I've rescued my pokémon from him. And since then, I've vowed to try to keep pokémon safe. That includes the sentret and hitmontop. I'm not saying their trainer is abusive, but...”

“But?”

“He's concerning. Sometimes.”

“These pokémon are lucky to have you.”

Marty's aggressive behavior made sense now. I imagined what it would be like if Sai was abusive. He had run away, but he didn't mean to hurt us... He said he was sorry, and perhaps his reasons had to be secretive. If he was physically abusive, though, we'd have bruises. We'd be like Rennio, scared to battle and be touched.

Things could be a lot worse, but they could also be better.

Again, I was torn. Did I want to stay with Sai, or go somewhere—anywhere—else? I was coming closer to my decision.

“So,” Marty continued, “if these pokémon don't want to fight, I won't make them.”

“I want to fight!” Senori said, raising his paw high. He ran to me and raised my hand, too.

“W-What are you doing?” I said, forcing my hand back down.

“I want you to fight,” he said, “and as your leader, you should listen to me.”

“I don't know...” I muttered, looking around. After doing those tricks, the atmosphere was less nerve wracking. I could battle, if that's what he really wanted... I owed him, anyway, for taking care of me when Sai couldn't.

I raised my hand again.

“They both want to fight!” George said. Everyone clapped, hopefully for the last time, because I was getting tired of hearing it. “There are no rules. You both may begin whenever you want!”

Senori went to the other side of the table. I was by the building's door. I could leave whenever I wanted. And were we fighting on a table? We would have to keep our attacks light and playful, so we didn't break anything.

Senori got down on all fours and charged at me. His body rose and he kicked his legs out. I put my hands in a defensive formation, and when Senori struck, I barely moved an inch.

“Good defense, as usual,” Senori said. “Happens outside of battle, even.”

“You know me so well, don't you?” I said sarcastically. Suddenly I felt dispirited. I thought I had known Sai too.

“Yeah,” Senori said. “Just like I know you've been thinking of leaving the group recently.”

I froze. How did he know? He was a leader, not a psychic-type that could read minds! It wasn't fair... What if he told Sai and Sai stopped me? Originally I didn't think he would stop me, but now, I wasn't so sure.

The sentret took advantage of my vulnerability and kicked me into someone's lap. The person, Sasha, picked me up and said it was okay. “Just don't let your guard down again!” she said, as if it were so easy. I climbed back onto the table, trying to appear unfazed.

“You've been distant from the group ever since Sai gave us the choice to leave or stay,” Senori said, grinning. “Your defenses failed you, I guess.”

“I see...”

“It's up to you, though. I won't stop you.”

“You won't?” He nodded. “After Sai disappeared, I thought of leaving again. For real this time...”

“Is that your idea of revenge? You base your life decisions on what Sai does?”

“Well, he's my trainer, and he decides everything...”

Senori chose to continue being stubborn, blunt and, above all, demeaning. He said, “I'm sure that your life revolving around his is all he's ever wanted. I'm sure he hates that he had to put you through such a trial in order to be on your mind night and day, but if hatred is the gravity that keeps you near him... Well, you know he will be that force.”

I was starting to feel angry, to say the least. My life did not revolve around Sai. My life revolved around things that made me happy—like poetry, the seasons, the art of growing older and wiser—things I didn't know much about, but wanted to know about...

I told Senori, “You really don't have to make it look like he wants me on the team so much. He just doesn't like anyone hating him. I'm sure he would want me gone, in that case.”

“You think so? Because I don't. Better prove it to me!”

Fine. I could do that. I ran to him and prepared for a punch. As I reached him, however, he jumped at me and bounced off of my head. I had anticipated this, as this was a popular way for pokémon to avoid my punches. I stopped quickly and turned. As Senori landed on the other side of the table, I punched him in the back. He fell and stayed there, allowing me to believe I had won.

He got back to his feet a few moments later. “I want to do a lot of things too. I knoq now that I want to evolve,” he said. “But I'll do it with Sai.”

“That's the difference between us, then,” I said, and that was the point where I accepted the fact I would be leaving the team.

“Where will you go? What will you do?”

“I don't even know...” I admitted.

“Give yourself some time to think about it. Don't leave us just yet.”

“I wasn't planning on it.”

“Good.”
“Don't get me wrong. I feel trapped if I stay and guilty if I leave... I'm not heartless or anything,” I said, feeling the need to explain myself.

“That sounds unpleasant.”

“...It has its moments.”

“Don't act distant anymore, either!” he ordered.

“Yeah, yeah.”

“And let me win this battle!”

I was no longer angry. I let my guard down once more. Senori charged toward me. I stood there, unsure of his next move. When he reached me, his energy seemed lost, like he wasn't going to attack me at all. He only hit me with a headbutt and knocked me off the table again.

Apparently, that meant I was disqualified, because George said, “The sentret wins!”

As the meeting came to an end, Sasha and Marty took us back to Sai. I became lost in my own thoughts. In the end, I was thankful for the meeting, and for a lot of other things... even if I didn't know it sometimes. I was thankful to know that the beginning of understanding comes in the small form of knowing that life is hard, but that doesn't mean it won't break. I was thankful for the concept of rituals—like eating three meals a day—and feelings the sensation of fullness and temporary completeness. I was thankful for the earth's ability to give meaning to both life and death. I was thankful for simple, daily moments, such as the sunrise, and when the clouds broke through the moon at night. I was thankful for a stranger's kindness, for intense emotions such as grief and ecstasy, for the ultimately unknowable organ that is the heart. I was thankful for having a curious mind.

I was mostly thankful for the chance to leave. I knew, honestly knew, that soon, it would be time to go.
 
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Sid87

I love shiny pokemon
Joey had hoped that I would magically turn into a fire-type pokémon for whatever reason.

I like this line because it is SUCH a little kid way of thinking.

Still, I had to fight a few wild pokémon to obtain these undesirable resources, which definitely didn’t make for an ideal habitat. I was scared for my life as I fought these creatures. They had tried to talk to me sensibly at first, but I had a feeling that they were only out to backstab me, so I instigated a battle. It was a peculiar habit I had picked up after being out in the wild for just a few days: fight first, and talk later.

I wish we could have seen these scenes. They certainly sound interesting, and I'm wondering about Atis' sincerity here. Was he, unintentionally, being the aggressor because he was scared/frustrated? It seems like it. Even if not, I'd like to have seen Atis in these conflicts with his judgmental mentality.

We were all woken up by Kuiora’s cry and the two’s subsequent exchanges, dazed and tired.

Who was dazed and tired? "We"? Sai and Kuiora? Why is that bit even there? :p I think it'd be better off cut, but that's just me.

“That’s not our goal here,” Sai said solemnly, “but it could be. Then, once we became the champion, every pokémon in the world would want to be on our team! We could form an army of sentret, an army of elekid”—at this, Rennio blanched—“an army of hitmontop, and so on. And we would take over the government and make sure no one in the world ever had to suffer ever again.”

This is a very childish and naive world view. Excellent insight into Sai. And the weird part is, it's so hard to tell if he's serious.

Also: Army of sentret. Lulz. Cute, cute lulz.

“It’s okay. We don’t really need them, anyway. Like I said, our goal isn’t to become the champion or anything, right?”

This kid is so strange... he just said it WAS his goal!

I did see something interesting, though. Since I walked behind Sai, I could see him reach into his pockets at some point. He pulled out a bottle, and held it as his side. He started at it for a few moments, opened it at his side discreetly, and he took out a small, white piece of… food? It didn’t look like food, but that was what I thought the pill was as he put it in his mouth and swallowed it. After a few minutes, it hit me—it was medication, as Earl had called it once. He had taken some for his own sickness, he told me once, though I never found out what that illness was. So Sai had meant what he said: he was always sick. But what exactly was his illness?

He's probably not a robot, huh?

“What? No way! I never would have allowed that!” Ezrem butted in, jumping up and down to gain attention to his obvious fury. He started hopping toward Marty, threatening to peck him, but Sasha stopped him.

I like the imagery of the action here. It makes the normally impudent and proud Ezrem seem tiny and frustrated.

I didn’t tell her so, but I wouldn’t just be sitting back, relaxing and having fun—of all things, why did she think I would have fun?— during this meeting.

Atis finds it inconceivable that someone just does not automatically know his wants and needs. Good insight into his character.

“Oh, no,” she said, laughing. “They’re not mine. They belong to a friend of mine. It is as you say, George. We are very lucky to have them today.” She stopped, and everyone clapped again. “It is also true when you say that normal-types are unique. I know that they can learn almost any kind of elemental attack! This includes fire-type attacks, electric-type attacks, and so on. It truly is a wonder.”

This whole bit of dialogue was weird to me, because it didn't sound genuine. It felt forced and full of stuff I have no idea who would ever say (but probably not a young girl). "It is as you say", "It truly is a wonder". It just seems weird; I hadn't gotten a sense that Sasha spoke like that.

“You’re not dead, right? That’s all that matters. What’s life without a little adventure?” Senori said, grinning at me.

Senori has seemed almost child-like the last several chapters. With the "awesome"'s and the eagerness here. I kind of miss the old guilt-ridden Senori who saw himself as a leader because he needed to atone for his past mistakes.

“Way to be a downer,” Senori said, glaring at him, but the boy couldn’t understand.

This dialogue fits with what I just said, but it's a really fun image, so I can live with it. I see Senori developing a bit of Kui in him and just wanting to get stronger and prove people wrong.

“Well, mine might be a bit unique. At least, I hope so,” Marty said, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. “I don’t like admitting this, but… my father used to abuse pokémon”—at this, everyone gasped slightly, some dramatically, but truthfully—“and I hated that. I really, really despised that, actually.” He paused. “There was nothing I could do to stop it when I was younger. Now, though, I’ve rescued my pokémon from him. And since then, I’ve vowed to keep them safe, and other pokémon safe. That includes… these pokémon. I’m not saying their trainer is abusive, but…”

At first I was a little bewildered that Marty offered this up so freely, but then I realized people who go through something like this often LIKE talking about it because the sympathy it evokes kind of balances out the hurt that was caused. Good insight. I'm wondering if this bit of story will be relevant going forward...

Marty’s story was touching to me. I thought about it for a moment, wondering what my life would be like if Sai was truly abusive. I mean, he had run away temporarily and all, but he didn’t mean to hurt us. He said he was sorry, and perhaps he had his reasons to be secretive. If he was physically abusive, however, we’d have bruises… We’d be scarred while battling and while talking to others—like Rennio was, only worse…

"It can't be abuse because he says he is sorry!". Oh, battered pokemon syndrome. :)

“You… know me so well, don’t you?” I said sarcastically. It reminded me of how I thought I knew Sai, and I felt dispirited suddenly.

I was shocked here at Atis because Senori's comment SEEMED like a genuine compliment. So why take the offense here? Is he so insecure he doesn't even want his friends to feel like they understand him? Does he feel that far above them while relying on them so much?

Fine, I thought. I would. I ran over toward him, pulling my arm back at the same time, preparing for a punch. As I reached him, though, he jumped toward me, bouncing off of m.

You left off the E on the "me" at the end.


-Like I said... I'm wondering where the old Senori went. He seems to have gotten past his struggles with insecurity and guilt very easily.

-Atis is giving out ALL the feels lately. Even as he is STILL a more-or-less unlikable character due to his disdain for everyone else. He doesn't like other pokemon because he thinks they're inferior; he doesn't like people because he thinks they are cruel and obsessive. But he likes poetry. Heh. So at least there is something. But he's just so self-conflicted and feels so hurt by things that shouldn't bother him. I don't think leaving will really be the answer.
 

Sidewinder

Ours is the Fury
Joey had hoped that I would magically turn into a fire-type pokémon for whatever reason

That's what I was talking to you about earlier. The kind of detached feeling to his thought pattern. Well, that's what it feels like to me. Like he's this casual observer and the situations he's thinking of are not really happening to him. I like it

fight first, and talk later.

Given his earlier stance (The Bugsy Battle comes to mind), that surprises me. I like seeing how far he's come, while at the same time not changing his other ways of thinking. Slow evolution of the mind I guess

and that he was so, so sorry. So sorry.

The second 'so sorry' read weird to me. I think you could achieve the same result if you took it out

“And I thought, we should take over the world!”

It finally comes out haha

And we would take over the government and make sure no one in the world ever had to suffer ever again.”

I liked that little tidbit you put in. Since he's obviously not talking about any of the Pokemon, he must be talking about himself.

and he took out a small, white piece of… food?

You did good job with that little extrapolation by Atis there. Of course that's what he would associate it with since that's pretty much all you put into your mouth. His realization of what it actually was though felt very smooth and natural, great job on that

“First you asked for my potential pokéball, and now you want my enthusiasm and obedience? What’s next? Will you be out for my blood? The answer is no!

That actually made me lol. Nice

expected it to be everything that I despised, all in one clear setting

That's what I was thinking as she asked Sai. I can't imagine a more uncomfortably awkward situation for him lol

“All right!” a loud man’s voice boomed once we arrived and took our places. He was wearing a nice brown suit with a white scarf coiled around his neck. His voice was thunderous, and it nearly made me jump. “Everyone look at these beautiful pokémon! Our own beautiful Sasha has brought them for us tonight along with her brother. Everyone give her a round of applause!” The entire room clapped except for me and Senori. He looked just as lost as I did, but satisfied. “Yes, everyone look at these beautiful pokémon! We revel in their presence! We thank them for being here every day! We look at them and smile. They bring us joy, and they help us with our hopes, our fears, our dreams. We owe a lot to these creatures that make our world a ton brighter. So today, sentret and hitmontop, on behalf of all of us… I thank you.”

That sounds similar to how the Fan Club acts in the game as well. I'm not sure if you were trying to model them after the games, or their dialogue was just random from you, but could you clarify? Hmm, it works in such a way that his dialogue makes Atis uncomfortable, but at the same time it feels almost too over the top. I mean, it works as a whole when you're thinking about Atis, but the dialogue just seems a little too forced in a few spots. But it also works in the sense that the guy really creeps me out lol

I don’t like admitting this, but… my father used to abuse pokémon

Wow, that was random. Definitely explains Marty's behavior all the way back to the beginning in the cave. Nice job on that. I have to say that I wouldn't have thought that was the reason for his rampant awfulness but you did a good job with the reason

“Your defense is high. Always. Even outside of battle.”

Wow that was a good line

I honestly knew now: soon, it would be time to go

I actually didn't see that coming at all. I know he's been thinking on it occasionally, but to actually do it? I thought that would take more determination that he would be able to muster

Obviously I enjoyed the chapter; you did a wonderful job. I was a little disappointed to see so little of Sai through this chapter, but it didn't take away from it at all. The speed in which Atis is growing surprised me, but it feels normal and expected, even though there's only been a few chapters centered around him. The other little hints about stuff you dropped through the chapter were nice as well, (my favorite being the mysterious pills Sai was taking). But yeah, good job and I'm eager for more
 

The Great Butler

Hush, keep it down
I'm sorry this took so long to get done. I'm sincerely sorry.


SURVIVAL PROJECT
chapter 17 ; [ATIS]
resolute

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Atis chapter right as Sai comes back? Excellent choice.

Back at the Violet City pokémon school, they all had had high hopes for me. Shannon had thought I’d be a great kick boxer, even though I hardly spun on my top or fought with my legs. Joey had hoped that I would magically turn into a fire-type pokémon for whatever reason. And Jason had wished he could be my trainer someday. They created these scenarios for me without having asked me what I wanted out of life. Well, if only they could look at me now... I was just being reunited with my trainer, who chose to abandon us and leave us to temporarily live as wild pokémon shortly after I decided that he would never do such a thing.

You can really feel Atis's emotions here. I'm sensing a strong feeling of regret on his part, or perhaps shame directed at himself for his judgment (in the last line.)

And living as a wild pokémon sure wasn’t easy—not for me, at least. It was my first time out there on my own, after all. I wasn’t on my own, per se, but since Senori didn’t give me an escort (and preferably so), I was basically all by myself. I didn’t want to kill anyone for food, but it was dreadful to be eating the same kinds of berries day after day. And the dirty pond water surely wasn’t healthy for any of us. Still, I had to fight a few wild pokémon to obtain these undesirable resources, which definitely didn’t make for an ideal habitat. I was scared for my life as I fought these creatures. They had tried to talk to me sensibly at first, but I had a feeling that they were only out to backstab me, so I instigated a battle. It was a peculiar habit I had picked up after being out in the wild for just a few days: fight first, and talk later.

And now you see his thoughts, which paint a very vivid picture of a Pokemon that grew in a civilized environment and is far from suited for life in the wild. The detail here is subtle, but significant.

It was like this for about a week and a half before Sai showed his face again—in the middle of night, no less. We were all woken up by Kuiora’s cry and the two’s subsequent exchanges, dazed and tired. Of course, we all immediately felt more awake when we saw that our trainer had so quietly returned. No one showed any excitement, though. The confusion surrounding the entire situation loomed through the air, and we wanted explanations right then and there. But Sai didn’t offer any. He simply said hello to each of us, and then said it was good to be back, and that he was so, so sorry. So sorry. But that was it. Eventually, we all went back to sleep, hoping this would all appear as a dream in the morning. I noted that Sai was back to his usual self, at least—he didn’t sleep at all.

That's very Sai, showing up in the middle of the night, simply apologizing and moving on like that.

Needless to say, I felt betrayed. I thought I knew Sai—as well as I possibly could, anyway, given his odd demeanor. I had felt the closest to him compared to the rest of the team. He held my secret, I knew his secret, and we had had many rather heartfelt conversations in the past. Yes, I felt the closest to him… but still, he had left me—left us—presumably knowing the damage that his actions might cause. Even if he was different, he would definitely know that such a sudden disappearance would cause turmoil.

There was no way around it: Sai had truly messed up. And the very next morning, he was trying to cover up his mistakes with jokes.

That really twisted the knife in my heart for some reason. I get the feeling I'm in for one ride of a chapter.

EDIT:

“I thought about what we should do when I returned,” Sai said. We were making our way back to the Goldenrod City pokémon center, leaving behind the area that none of us would miss. “And I thought, we should take over the world!”

Ummm... is Sai okay?

“No,” Ezrem said immediately.

“Hey, now, you haven’t even listened to my ideas yet,” Sai said, folding his arms and pouting.

“No,” Ezrem said again more sharp this time. Clearly, even he wasn’t too fond of Sai at the moment, either.

“Let him talk,” I said out of nowhere. Even if I wasn’t happy with my trainer, I still wanted to hear him speak, hoping he would crack eventually and tell us what he was doing with his life for the last week and a half.

“No,” Ezrem said one final time, grinning at me. I looked away, ashamed.

“Well, anyway,” Sai said. “I thought that we’d continue our journey here, the journey to keep getting the badges, you know, and then, once we have all… eight of them? I think there’s eight. Anyway, when we get all of them, we can become the champion! The strongest team in the Johto region.”

I'm... beginning to get a little worried about him. Just what is he going on about? None of this makes sense. (That's a good thing by the way.)

“Isn’t that the point of this journey, anyway? This doesn’t sound like anything you just made up,” Rennio said.

“That’s not our goal here,” Sai said solemnly, “but it could be. Then, once we became the champion, every pokémon in the world would want to be on our team! We could form an army of sentret, an army of elekid”—at this, Rennio blanched—“an army of hitmontop, and so on. And we would take over the government and make sure no one in the world ever had to suffer ever again.”

I think Sai needs help. Seriously, he does.

No one dared to ask the question that we were all thinking, though the suffering part he mentioned gave us a clue.

Apparently, Senori thought that if he couldn’t make Sai feel bad about leaving, he could make him feel bad about other things, as he said, “Sai, I have something to tell you.”

“What, you don’t think it’s a good idea?”

“Not that. Well, if you haven’t noticed already, we… we accidentally got your backpack stolen,” Senori said slowly, carefully.

“Oh. Yeah, I noticed,” Sai said, the spirit in his voice still there. “Is that all?”

“That means your badges were stolen,” Senori then said bluntly.

Maybe I've just forgotten this from chapter to chapter, but is it bad that this is the first time I really realized that the backpack theft meant the Badges are gone?

“Oh,” Sai said. “Oh.”

“Yeah… Look, I’m really sorry about that. I should have been paying more attention.”

“It’s okay. We don’t really need them, anyway. Like I said, our goal isn’t to become the champion or anything, right?”

“What is our goal, then?” Ezrem chimed in.

“To be the strongest we can possibly be,” Sai said after a few moments, and I could tell there was more to it.

"More to it" is an incredible understatement, I can tell.

There was another pause before he said, “Wait. That means we have no money for a pokémon center room, right?”

“Right…” Senori said regretfully.

“What about food?”

“We have one bag of pokémon food, but that’s it.”

Another pause. Then—“Well, I was going to head to the gym right after the pokémon center, anyway. I guess we’re going there first.”

There was a plus side to all of this, I supposed: Sai was back to his cheery, careless self. No longer was he self-loathing, but he felt pride in his actions and words once more. It didn’t make sense to me. If he had suffered wherever he had gone, then why did he seem so happy about it? That was what I thought about as we headed to the Goldenrod City gym—much to my dismay, of course—but I couldn’t come to any sort of logical conclusion. My head hurt just thinking about the boy.

I feel exactly the opposite of Atis; I'm incredibly disturbed by Sai's behavior right now.

I did see something interesting, though. Since I walked behind Sai, I could see him reach into his pockets at some point. He pulled out a bottle, and held it as his side. He started at it for a few moments, opened it at his side discreetly, and he took out a small, white piece of… food? It didn’t look like food, but that was what I thought the pill was as he put it in his mouth and swallowed it. After a few minutes, it hit me—it was medication, as Earl had called it once. He had taken some for his own sickness, he told me once, though I never found out what that illness was. So Sai had meant what he said: he was always sick. But what exactly was his illness?

Okay, that was a surprise. But he does clearly have something wrong with him, so I suppose it's not that shocking. Wonder what it means exactly...

My head still hurt—to the point where it was about to burst. Why did I have to have such a confusing trainer? Admittedly, I was still glad he was back, though I wasn’t glad about heading straight to the gym…

Luckily for me, we were interrupted by two familiar people before we even reached the gym. I recognized them as Marty and Sasha. Maybe it wasn’t so lucky, after all, since Marty hated Sai, but he seemed calm and collected as he approached us.

“Yo, Sai,” Marty said. “I saw your croconaw running around Ilex Forest the other day. Where were you?”

If Marty knew that we were all thinking the same exact thing, then he would immediately call the police and have us taken away from him. So no one said anything. It was also curious to note that Kuiora had escaped our clutches, despite being told to stay around the designated area. Had Senori really allowed that?

I actually caught something here that got me thinking: the fact that you say the police would be called to remove the Pokemon from Sai's custody. Is this just Atis's incorrect impression, or is it a factual reality in your version of the world?

“She’s a strong pokémon,” Sai said, avoiding the question. “She could handle herself, so I let her go out and get some exercise.”

“Right. Not the smartest thing, you know.”

“Marty, she wasn’t alone, remember? She had that rufflet right there. See, it really is Sai’s, right?” Sasha said, turning to the black-haired boy.

“Uh,” Sai said. “He’s not exactly mine. He just likes to follow me around for whatever reason.”

“Still, she wasn’t alone. That’s all that matters. Eh, Marty?”

“I suppose,” Marty replied. He looked a lot more sociable now that his sister was around. I hoped that, if he had to keep running into him, that she would be by his side. “Looks like you could have caught that rufflet for me, after all.”

“What? No way! I never would have allowed that!” Ezrem butted in, jumping up and down to gain attention to his obvious fury. He started hopping toward Marty, threatening to peck him, but Sasha stopped him.

“Yeah, but not if he’s taken a liking to Sai,” Sasha said, bending down to pet the bird on the head. At this, Ezrem relaxed and accepted the head scratches.

Is Sasha the reason why Marty is strangely sociable this time? If so, I hope we see her around him a lot more often.

“Anyway… What are you guys doing in Goldenrod City?” Sai said, changing the subject.

“Ah, yes. I had a favor I wanted to ask you, so we’ve been looking for you the last few days!” Sasha said. Sai’s head drooped. He was starting to feel bad for leaving not only the team, but his potential friends, I thought.

“A favor?” he said.

“Yeah. There’s a pokémon fan club on the west side of the city. We’re here for this month’s meeting. Marty is even going to join this time!” Sasha said, putting her hands together and looking at him. Marty nodded, smiling. “We focus on pokémon types, and we’re asked to bring a pokémon of the specified types to the meeting if we can, so we can show them off and stuff. Well, this week, we’re asking for normal-type pokémon and fighting-type pokémon. But I only raise grass-types, so…”

She looked at Ezrem, and then at Senori, and then at me. Oh, no, I thought. I wished that I was a normal-type pokémon so that I could at least pass off this opportunity to someone else. But I was, of course, the only fighting-type on the team!

“Oh,” Sai said. “You want to take Atis and Senori? But we were about to go to the pokémon gym…”

“The meeting is in an hour, and it’s only two hours long. You can go to the gym tonight! Not a problem,” Sasha said excitedly. “Also, I’d like to take the rufflet, if I can, since he’s so rare.”

I don't feel like I like where this is going. It just gives me a bad feeling...

“Well, that’s up to Ezrem,” Sai said. He paused. His face was strained, and I could tell he was torn between catering to his friends and getting on with his journey after being delayed for such a long, long time. Like I was about to burst from my questions about him, he looked like he was about to burst if he didn’t get the Goldenrod City gym badge within the next five minutes. “I don’t know…”

“What do you say, Ezrem? Do you want to come with?”

I looked at him, wishing that I was getting a choice. The bird looked back and forth between her and Marty, and eventually shook his head no.

“I’m not going with that guy. I’m sticking with Sai.”

“What’d he say?” she asked.

“He said he doesn’t want to go with you.”

“Pretty please?” she asked, giving him more head scratches.

Ezrem pulled away and said, “First you asked for my potential pokéball, and now you want my enthusiasm and obedience? What’s next? Will you be out for my blood? The answer is no!”

I'm surprised Ezrem didn't bite her.

“He still said… no,” Sai said, keeping things simple. A smart idea, I gathered.

“Aw,” Sasha said, frowning and standing up. “Okay. What about Senori and Atis? Is that okay? I promise that I’ll return them as soon as I can.”

Again, Sai paused. His face still appeared confused and torn. Finally, he said, “Sure... Just be back by dusk, okay? I really need to go to the gym today.”

“Deal!” Sasha said, clapping her hands together. She walked up to Senori and picked him up, hugging him and telling him what a great time they were going to have together. Then, she came over to me and grabbed my hand, ignoring the spikes that could easily pierce her skin. She had a lot of guts, I thought. I guessed that was how excited she was for the meeting. She pulled me along, and I forced myself to be dragged in whatever direction she was going to take me. I walked backward for a moment, waving good-bye to Sai and the others, vaguely wondering when I would see Sai next.

That "vaguely wondering when I would see Sai next" part is really powerful. It really gives you a sense of just how desperate Atis is to not be abandoned.

First, Sai had abandoned us, and now, he was sending us off to spend time with other trainers! Okay, the second part wasn’t so bad. It wasn’t as if the trainers were complete strangers or anything. Sasha had proven herself to be nice, and Sai was probably trying to successfully get on Marty’s good side. I still didn’t like the idea, though. A pokémon fan club? I expected it to be everything that I despised, all in one clear setting.

And it was.

Oh no...

As it turned out, no one else in the pokémon fan club had a normal- or a fighting-type pokémon, so me and Senori ended up being the center of attention. We really were in the center, too, since everyone was sitting around a circular table, and Sasha put us both on the table when we arrived, telling us to just sit back and relax and have some fun. I didn’t tell her so, but I wouldn’t just be sitting back, relaxing and having fun—of all things, why did she think I would have fun?— during this meeting.

“All right!” a loud man’s voice boomed once we arrived and took our places. He was wearing a nice brown suit with a white scarf coiled around his neck. His voice was thunderous, and it nearly made me jump. “Everyone look at these beautiful pokémon! Our own beautiful Sasha has brought them for us tonight along with her brother. Everyone give her a round of applause!” The entire room clapped except for me and Senori. He looked just as lost as I did, but satisfied. “Yes, everyone look at these beautiful pokémon! We revel in their presence! We thank them for being here every day! We look at them and smile. They bring us joy, and they help us with our hopes, our fears, our dreams. We owe a lot to these creatures that make our world a ton brighter. So today, sentret and hitmontop, on behalf of all of us… I thank you.”

The man’s words just made me feel more uncomfortable. Not only was he near worshipping pokémon, he was making sure that everyone was staring at us. I didn’t like being the center of attention... Eventually, I had to sit down because I couldn’t make myself stand anymore without feeling like I was going to fall over. My legs were shaking way too much. Senori sat, too, but for different reasons, I assumed.

“We will talk today about the relationship between normal- and fighting-type pokémon. Normal-types are just that—normal! But they offer us a great perspective in life and offer a sense of what it means to be unique. Fighting-types teach us to stand up for ourselves”—at this, I cringed, because this is what I only wished I could do—“and, while fighting-types have the advantage over normal-types, we know that they can work in harmony somehow, someway. Sasha”—she snapped her head toward him, as she previously was too busy looking at us and smiling—“why don’t you start out the conversation today, since they are your pokémon?”

If the discomfort I feel in reading this and placing myself in Atis's position is anything like the discomfort he feels, well, this is a really uncomfortable situation. I can't blame him. I wouldn't want to be at the center of this either.

I would like to see these events from Senori's perspective.

“Oh, no,” she said, laughing. “They’re not mine. They belong to a friend of mine. It is as you say, George. We are very lucky to have them today.” She stopped, and everyone clapped again. “It is also true when you say that normal-types are unique. I know that they can learn almost any kind of elemental attack! This includes fire-type attacks, electric-type attacks, and so on. It truly is a wonder.”

“It really is!” said the man named George. “This sentret, when it evolves and becomes stronger, will learn many moves that will be useful in battle and useful in learning more about the world.”

“Now that you mention it, George,” Sasha said, looking at Senori confusedly, “this sentret’s trainer already almost has three badges. Aren’t sentret supposed to evolve at a low level? I’m surprised he hasn’t evolved yet!”

At this, Senori stood up again. He turned around and around, surveying the audience’s reactions. Everyone was nodding and whispering amongst themselves.

“What’s wrong?” I asked him.

“I’ve been around for a long time, and the idea of evolution has never really occurred to me. I didn’t know it was so… commonplace for my species,” Senori said slowly. “They gave me an idea.”

That's a curious concept. I never really considered evolution from the perspective of the Pokemon. Good job getting me thinking.

“You’re going to evolve? Right here?” I asked stupidly.

“Don’t be silly. I have to put on a show, like Kuiora… or something,” Senori said. I could tell he was only joking, and that he would really evolve now if he could. It seemed to be something like a revelation to him. He sat down again, sighing a breath of relief.

“Well, I’m glad you’re having a good time,” I said as the man kept talking.

“You’re not dead, right? That’s all that matters. What’s life without a little adventure?” Senori said, grinning at me.

“It’s safe,” I said, “and comfortable.”

“…Fair enough.”

You really get a feel for just how different Senori and Atis are from this exchange.

“Now,” George said, bringing my attention back to him, “what about you, son? Sasha’s brother. I’m afraid I don’t know your name!”

“Marty,” he replied. He was sitting next to Sasha, and all eyes were on him now.

“Do you have anything to add?”

“Well, while normal-types have access to a lot of different types of moves, the attacks aren’t as powerful as, say, a fire-type’s attacks would be.”

“That’s very true,” George said, nodding.

“Way to be a downer,” Senori said, glaring at him, but the boy couldn’t understand.

“Fighting-types, on the other hand, are almost the exact opposite to normal-types,” Marty went on, ignoring Senori. “They have a lot of advantages, too, but they also have a lot more weaknesses, not like normal-types. And they have very limited attacks. I have yet to see a fighting-type that knows a move that doesn’t match their type.”

“This boy is very knowledgeable! I am glad you brought him along, Sasha.”

That knowledge probably isn't going to make either Atis or Senori feel better, unfortunately.

“That’s my brother for you,” she said, smiling at the two of them.

“Yes, yes. Well, the last thing I have to point out for now is that hitmontop are really rare around these parts. Again, we are blessed to have this one here with us today,” George said.

I gulped. Why did I have to be such a seemingly rare pokémon? Just because my species and pre-evolved forms evolve a little differently than others, doesn’t mean that we should be so rare! I wished that I was as common as a sentret, like Senori. Then I wouldn’t have to be worrying about this extra attention. I gulped again, and moved my feet back and forth, trying to focus on the rhythm of my movements. It didn’t work; I was still extremely nervous.

Someone raised their hand. George messed with his white scarf for a moment before called on them and the man, who said, “Can we get the hitmontop to show us some of its signature moves?”

“Signature moves, my boy?”

“Yeah. It should be able to spin on its top and do handstands and stuff like that.”

“A marvelous idea!” George said, clapping his hands, which sounded just as thunderous as his voice. I shuddered. “Hitmontop, will you do this for us? Will you?”

“Uh,” I said dumbly. How could I say no when they couldn’t even understand me? I tried shaking my head no, but they only egged me on by offering encouraging words that only served to make me more self-conscious in the end.

“Come on!” Senori even said. “You can do it. I’ll make sure Sai doesn’t use you in the gym battle if you do it.”

There are at least two or three bad ideas going on here between the characters that could add up to a disaster. Maybe not now, but by the time Sai goes to the Gym.

Well, there was some honest motivation. I shakily stood up on my feet, which took a lot longer than it should have. Everyone cheered, to my dismay. I bent forward, my hands now touching the table. It had been such a long time since I had done this, I wasn’t sure if I could still do it. There was only one way to find out. I pushed off of my legs and soon, they were up in the air. I tried to use my hands to balance, but I found myself shaking in all the wrong directions, and I almost fell. Somehow, I moved my hands so that they were in a different, more comfortable location, and I was able to keep myself up. Everyone cheered again.

There was one trick down. There was only one more trick to do. I kept my handstand position, trying to remember how to spin on my own head. Soon, I thought I had it, and I used my hands to propel myself to the left. I then moved my hands out of the way completely so that the only thing that keeping my upright was the pointed top of my head. I was spinning slowly, as I hadn’t given much power when I moved my hands. There wasn’t much I could do about that except keep moving my body in the direction that I was spinning, but, again, it had been so long since I had done this, that I couldn’t get enough momentum. I eventually had to stop spinning, as I was dizzy and I didn’t have enough speed to keep going. I fell over on my stomach, and sighed.

Still, everyone cheered and commended my attempts, especially Sasha and Marty. I didn’t say anything, just smiled weakly and waved my hand in a passive manner. I could tell that I was sweating, but at least not profusely.

I get the feeling that they would have cheered no matter how well Atis performed.

When the audience quieted down, George had another grand idea. “It is well known,” he said, “that fighting-types have the advantage over normal-types. These two pokémon, however, have the same trainer! That means they have seen each other battle, and they know each other’s moves well. Why don’t we have a mock battle?”

Dizzy, a mock battle was the last thing I needed. Senori, on the other hand, was all for it.

Two predictions:

1) Something happens to make Atis lose confidence.

2) Senori evolves.

Also, this is becoming a disturbingly voyeuristic spectacle, since you're telling it from the perspective of the Pokemon. It's very powerful.

“I need practice now,” Senori said. “Won’t you show me what it’s like to come close to evolving?”

“Uh,” I said. “Do you really want me to? I mean, we could always say no…”

“Nah,” Senori said, lifting himself. “I’m making you do this.”

“I wouldn’t expect anything less from you,” I said, sighing, and also lifting myself.

“You two don’t actually have to hurt each other,” Marty said immediately, probably seeing the worried look in my eyes.

“Ah, Marty, you are concerned for these pokémon’s well being, I see,” George said.

“Yes, I’m always concerned about that.”

Is this a new angle of Marty's personality I'm seeing?

“Why is that? I mean, of course it’s natural, but I’d like to hear your point of view.”

“Well, mine might be a bit unique. At least, I hope so,” Marty said, rubbing the back of his head sheepishly. “I don’t like admitting this, but… my father used to abuse pokémon”—at this, everyone gasped slightly, some dramatically, but truthfully—“and I hated that. I really, really despised that, actually.” He paused. “There was nothing I could do to stop it when I was younger. Now, though, I’ve rescued my pokémon from him. And since then, I’ve vowed to keep them safe, and other pokémon safe. That includes… these pokémon. I’m not saying their trainer is abusive, but…”

Consider my opinion on Marty totally changed. I'm going to look at him differently now.

“But?”

“He’s concerning. Sometimes.”

“That’s understandable. These pokémon are lucky to have you.”

Marty’s story was touching to me. I thought about it for a moment, wondering what my life would be like if Sai was truly abusive. I mean, he had run away temporarily and all, but he didn’t mean to hurt us. He said he was sorry, and perhaps he had his reasons to be secretive. If he was physically abusive, however, we’d have bruises… We’d be scarred while battling and while talking to others—like Rennio was, only worse…

Yes, things could be a lot worse.

Then again, things could be a lot better.

Again, I was torn—did I want to stay with Sai, or did I want to go somewhere else… anywhere else? I was coming closer to my decision, though I was scared of what the future might bring.

I just want to say how deeply into Atis's story I am now. I really want to know what his decision will be.

“So,” Marty said after a few moments of silence, “if these pokémon don’t want to fight, I won’t make them.”

“I want to fight!” Senori said, raising his little paw as high as he possibly could. He ran over to me, then, and raised my hand, too.

“W-What are you doing?” I asked, forcing it back down.

“I want you to fight,” Senori said, “and as your leader, you should listen to me.”

Ooh, thanks for remembering that little detail about leadership.

“I-I don’t know…” I said, looking around. Admittedly, after doing all those tricks already, things were a lot less nerve wracking. I could battle if that was what Senori really wanted. I owed him, anyway, for taking care of me when Sai couldn’t… “Okay,” I finally said, raising my hand again.

“It appears as if they both want to fight!” George cried, and everyone clapped—hopefully for the last time, because I was getting tired of hearing it. “The rules are up to the pokémon. They don’t have to actually hurt each other, as Marty said. You both may begin whenever your hearts desire!”

Senori went to the other side of the table. I stood on the other end, by the door of the building. I supposed that I could leave whenever I wanted, if I really wanted to… And were we really fighting on a table? We would have to keep our attacks as light and playful as possible, so we didn’t break anything…

Senori got down on all fours, and immediately charged at me. He lifted his body up in the air and kicked his legs out, preparing to hit me with them. I put up my hands in an X formation in order to block him, and it worked—he barely moved me an inch.

“As expected of you,” Senori said. “Your defense is high. Always. Even outside of battle.”

“You… know me so well, don’t you?” I said sarcastically. It reminded me of how I thought I knew Sai, and I felt dispirited suddenly.

“Yes,” Senori said. “Just like I know that you’ve been thinking of leaving the group recently.”

Whoa. Senori's that perceptive?

I froze. How did the sentret know that? Just because he was the leader… That didn’t give him the right to read minds… or the power…! It wasn’t fair. What if he told Sai and Sai stopped me? Previously, I didn’t think he would stop me, but now, I wasn’t so sure…

The sentret used this moment to try to kick me again. This time, it worked, and I fell backward into someone’s lap. They immediately picked me up and said it was okay, “just don’t let your guard down again,” as if it were so easy. I climbed back onto the table, trying to appear unfazed.

“You’ve appeared very distant from the group ever since Sai gave us the choice to leave or stay,” Senori explained, grinning. “It’s very obvious, really. Your defenses failed you, in a sense.”

“I see…”

“It really is up to you, though. I won’t stop you.”

“You won’t?” I asked. Senori nodded. “After Sai disappeared, I was really thinking of leaving… for real this time…”

“Is that your feeble idea of revenge? You base your life decisions on what Sai does?”

“Well, he is my trainer, and he dictates everything…”

“I’m sure that your life revolving around his is all that he’s ever wanted. I’m sure that he hates that he had to put you through such a trial in order to be on your mind night and day, but if hatred and despair are the types of gravity that keep you near him… Well, you know that he will be that force.”

Senori was being as stubborn and as blunt as always… I was starting to get a little mad, to say the least. My life did not revolve around Sai! It revolved around things that made me happy—like poetry, the seasons, the art of growing older and becoming wiser—things that I didn’t know much about, but wanted to know about…

And—“You really don’t have to make it look like he wants me so much. He doesn’t like anyone hating him. I’m sure he would think it’s better if I were gone, in that case.”

“You really think so? Because I don’t. Better prove it to me, then!”

Fine, I thought. I would. I ran over toward him, pulling my arm back at the same time, preparing for a punch. As I reached him, though, he jumped toward me, bouncing off of m. I stopped myself from running, expecting this, as this was popular way for pokémon to avoid my punches. I turned, and as Senori landed on the other side of the small table, I was able to punch him in the back. As angry as I was, I still didn’t make Senori feel the wrath of the spikes on my head. I couldn’t do that to him. He fell forward, onto his stomach, and stayed there for a moment. The crowd cheered for my apparent victory.

I wasn't going to interrupt this excellent scene to comment, but there's a spelling error in the last paragraph. "Bouncing off of me."

I have a feeling that this is going to be the trigger for Senori evolving.

“Yes, I want to grow older and become wiser, too. I know now that I want to evolve,” Senori said, getting back on his feet. “But I will do it with Sai.”

“That’s where we differ, then,” I said, and I felt that I really accepted it, really accepted leaving as my fate.

Let me just say that as much of a difference Atis leaving would make in the story, I'll have to admire you if you have the guts to actually have a main character depart.

“Where will you go? What will you do?” Senori asked, facing me now. He looked genuinely curious.

“I don’t even know…” I said solemnly.

“Then give yourself some time to think about it. Don’t leave us just yet.”

“I wasn’t planning on it.”

“Good.”

“Don’t get me wrong. I feel trapped if I stay and guilty if I leave… I’m not heartless or anything…” I said, feeling the need to explain myself.

“That sounds unpleasant.”

“…It has its moments.”

“Just don’t act too distant toward us from now until then!” Senori ordered.

“Yeah, yeah,” I said quietly. It would be easier said than done, as I was afraid that I would change my mind the more that I spent time with them.

“And let me win this battle!”

I think that if Atis does stay, Senori will play a great role in it. Their bond is really on show here.

My guard had been let down once more; I was no longer angry. The sentret charged toward me again, this time without preparing for a kick. I stood there, unsure of what his next move was. When he reached me, it didn’t seem like he was going to attack me at all. In the end, he tricked me—he only hit me with a headbutt, not a prepared punch or a kick. I flew backward, this time missing a person and landing on the floor behind everyone.

Apparently, that meant I had been knocked out of the official designated arena, as George said, “The sentret wins! This goes to show that even normal-types can overcome any obstacle that comes across them!”

For the last time, everyone clapped. And for that, I was thankful.

As the meeting came to an end and as Sasha and Marty took us back to Sai, I was lost in my own thoughts. The meeting had confirmed a lot for me. Yes, I was thankful not only for the meeting ending and helping me, but for a lot of other things, even if I didn’t show it sometimes. I was thankful to know that the beginning of understand comes in the small form of knowing that life is hard, but that doesn’t mean it won’t break… I was thankful for the concepts of ritual—like eating three meals a day—and feeling the sensation of fullness, of temporary completeness. I was thankful for the planet’s ability to give meaning to both life and death. I was thankful for simple daily moments, such as the sunrise, and the moment where the clouds break through the moon at night. I was thankful for the odd kindness from strangers, for intense emotions such as grief and ecstasy, for the ultimately unknowable organ that is the heart. I was thankful for having a mind that was curious at all.

At that moment, I was mostly thankful for the chance to leave. And I knew… I honestly knew now: soon, it would be time to go.

Again, all I can say is if you actually go through with having Atis leave, I'll admire your courage in disrupting the status quo.

I knew Sai's return would bring a powerful chapter, but this was both completely different and simultaneously far more than I anticipated. Choosing Atis as the focus at this time was an excellent judgment. This chapter showed how skilled you are at subtle characterization; by the time I reached the end, I felt like I had fully experienced Atis's mental journey to reach his decision. Sai was largely absent from the chapter, too, but his presence was felt throughout the whole thing, which makes him a strong character too.

Really, really good all around.
 
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diamondpearl876

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Sid87
I wish we could have seen these scenes. They certainly sound interesting, and I'm wondering about Atis' sincerity here. Was he, unintentionally, being the aggressor because he was scared/frustrated? It seems like it. Even if not, I'd like to have seen Atis in these conflicts with his judgmental mentality.
I wanted to include these scenes, but I just never could find the time. Does this call for another one-shot spin-off???
Who was dazed and tired? "We"? Sai and Kuiora? Why is that bit even there? I think it'd be better off cut, but that's just me.
Lol, will remove it then.
He's probably not a robot, huh?
Nope.

This whole bit of dialogue was weird to me, because it didn't sound genuine. It felt forced and full of stuff I have no idea who would ever say (but probably not a young girl). "It is as you say", "It truly is a wonder". It just seems weird; I hadn't gotten a sense that Sasha spoke like that.
I can see what you mean. I’ll watch out for it in the future, because she’ll be around.
At first I was a little bewildered that Marty offered this up so freely, but then I realized people who go through something like this often LIKE talking about it because the sympathy it evokes kind of balances out the hurt that was caused. Good insight. I'm wondering if this bit of story will be relevant going forward...
I wondered if it’d be weird too, but I know there’s people out there who will reveal just about anything about themselves without being provoked. (I know because I’m one of them, lulz.)
I was shocked here at Atis because Senori's comment SEEMED like a genuine compliment. So why take the offense here? Is he so insecure he doesn't even want his friends to feel like they understand him? Does he feel that far above them while relying on them so much?
Pretty much.
-Like I said... I'm wondering where the old Senori went. He seems to have gotten past his struggles with insecurity and guilt very easily.

-Atis is giving out ALL the feels lately. Even as he is STILL a more-or-less unlikable character due to his disdain for everyone else. He doesn't like other pokemon because he thinks they're inferior; he doesn't like people because he thinks they are cruel and obsessive. But he likes poetry. Heh. So at least there is something. But he's just so self-conflicted and feels so hurt by things that shouldn't bother him. I don't think leaving will really be the answer.
We’ll see how the leaving goes, shall we?
And I know what you mean about Senori… but he has other roles to play. I guess you can say he’s the fastest developing character of the fic.
Sidewinder
That's what I was talking to you about earlier. The kind of detached feeling to his thought pattern. Well, that's what it feels like to me. Like he's this casual observer and the situations he's thinking of are not really happening to him. I like it
Oh, I thought you said you didn’t like it??? My phone really sucks. I’m glad you liked it instead. Obviously.

Given his earlier stance (The Bugsy Battle comes to mind), that surprises me. I like seeing how far he's come, while at the same time not changing his other ways of thinking. Slow evolution of the mind I guess
I do personally believe the mind grows slower than the body, so yeah.
I liked that little tidbit you put in. Since he's obviously not talking about any of the Pokemon, he must be talking about himself.
He is. I’m glad you noticed.
That sounds similar to how the Fan Club acts in the game as well. I'm not sure if you were trying to model them after the games, or their dialogue was just random from you, but could you clarify? Hmm, it works in such a way that his dialogue makes Atis uncomfortable, but at the same time it feels almost too over the top. I mean, it works as a whole when you're thinking about Atis, but the dialogue just seems a little too forced in a few spots. But it also works in the sense that the guy really creeps me out lol
Uhh, it was a mixture of both, and I guess it didn’t work out, since you and Sid87 said the dialogue sounded forced. Oops.
The Great Butler
That's very Sai, showing up in the middle of the night, simply apologizing and moving on like that.
Isn’t Sai just so weird?
Ummm... is Sai okay?
Better question: is he ever okay???
I'm... beginning to get a little worried about him. Just what is he going on about? None of this makes sense. (That's a good thing by the way.)
I’m glad it’s good… I felt a little insane myself while writing that part so glad it worked out… lmao
Maybe I've just forgotten this from chapter to chapter, but is it bad that this is the first time I really realized that the backpack theft meant the Badges are gone?
I mentioned it in a past chapter. Maybe you skimmed over it or something.
I actually caught something here that got me thinking: the fact that you say the police would be called to remove the Pokemon from Sai's custody. Is this just Atis's incorrect impression, or is it a factual reality in your version of the world?
Hmm, Marty’s threatened to have them taken away from Sai before, so I think Atis is just recalling that scenario and relating it here.
Is Sasha the reason why Marty is strangely sociable this time? If so, I hope we see her around him a lot more often.
Yes, and I had a feeling you’d say this.
Consider my opinion on Marty totally changed. I'm going to look at him differently now.
YES! Was hoping for this.
Again, all I can say is if you actually go through with having Atis leave, I'll admire your courage in disrupting the status quo.

I knew Sai's return would bring a powerful chapter, but this was both completely different and simultaneously far more than I anticipated. Choosing Atis as the focus at this time was an excellent judgment. This chapter showed how skilled you are at subtle characterization; by the time I reached the end, I felt like I had fully experienced Atis's mental journey to reach his decision. Sai was largely absent from the chapter, too, but his presence was felt throughout the whole thing, which makes him a strong character too.

Really, really good all around.
We’ll see what happens, huh? And I’m glad you liked it, even though Sai wasn’t really present. I was hoping that would work to give off an air of “he’s back, but not really back because he’s just totally out of it and being weird”.
 

diamondpearl876

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SURVIVAL PROJECT
chapter 18 ; [SENORI]
crescendo

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I think life is defined by the distance between what you want and what you need. I especially felt this way at the pokémon fan club, where the solution to all my problems came to me in the most unexpected way. Who knew that a human could solve what they had no knowledge about? Who knew fate could bring such an opportunity to me? I just knew I needed to move on from my past, and that it was becoming more and more painful to do so. The pokémon fan club provided me with insight I never would have thought of myself. It helped me realize the distance I originally believed to be so far apart was actually as close as it could possibly be.

After Sasha and Marty brought us back to Sai, we made our way to the gym to keep the boy from going crazy again. At any rate, I felt like I was home. I felt as if I were in the forest, experiencing every part of nature, which, I had discovered, is a concept closely related to friendship.

There was something odd about the clouds that day. They moved in our direction and sent shivers down my spine. The few trees in the city swayed in the wind, speaking to me. There was a silence emanating from the cracks in the pavement below my feet, a distant echo of times I've spent alone. The memories were muffled by all our footsteps, though they tried to tear loose in an attempt to break my shell. If my memories were to find anything, I suppose they'd find the decision to stay away from my clan. And then my memories would try to bring me back to the nightmare I hard already lived through once. Well, I had already vowed not to live there again. The dead, the result of my carelessness, hung below me, muttering to themselves in discontent. While I was deeply sorry and always would be, I had to do this for myself.

Atis had asked himself why evolving would help. The reason was simple, almost terribly so. I would be getting rid of the one hing every sentret in the clan cherished most.

I would be getting rid of my tail.

When all sentret were born, we held a ritual to bless the tail. We hoped the ritual would bring about great growth and prosperity to this important part of the body. We had contests to see whose was longer and therefore the most efficient if helping the clan succeed. This was how Ari and me were chosen as the leaders.

If I were to lose my tail, no longer would the leader in me tell me to keep an eye out for others, like I had done several nights in the forest, including the one that ruined me. I could look to the path in front of me rather than the one that lay miles away.

And it just so happened that we were heading to the gym this very moment. The timing couldn't have been any more spectacular.

I willed my heart to stop pounding, but it ignored me.

*

“You're back again! It's been a while,” Whitney observed when we approached her. “You must have been training a lot.”

“Something like that,” I said, trying not to be too sarcastic. The revelation I had come to was even better knowing that Sai was here to witness it, but I wouldn't admit it. I was bitter toward him for leaving, but I was still curious as to where he had been. My next goal would involve uncovering that secret, since once I evolved, I would be fully prepared to deal with him and his emotions.

Sai glared at me. “Yes, we've trained a lot for our rematch,” he said.

“Well, we can start the battle whenever. We'll use two pokémon each,” Whitney said, pulling a pokéball out of her back pocket. She thrust it forward, revealing the clefairy that had fought and won last time.

“Can I fight?” Ezrem asked, pulling on Sai's pant leg.

“No?” Sai said. That answer was obvious.

“Rude. What about Rennio?” Ezrem said, now pulling on the elekid's arm, making him panic in retaliation.

“I won't do that to him again if he doesn't want to fight.”

“On a more serious note,” I said, “can I fight, Sai? We're all so eager to fight for you, as you can see.”

“Kuiora first,” Sai said. “She asked me earlier. She wants a rematch against the clefairy, and I don't blame her. But you can fight second, okay?”

That was acceptable. As strong as Kuiora was, I didn't think she could beat two pokémon belonging to a gym leader. Whitney's pokémon were far too powerful and their strategies were better than hers, though perhaps she had come up with something by now.

“Thank you, Sai!” Kuiora cried. She took her place in the middle of the arena. Her stance made me question my faith in her. Maybe she could beat both pokémon. Maybe I wouldn't have the chance to fight. I would have to wait it out, since my trainer's decision was made. There would be other opportunities, at any rate—but why wait any longer than I had to?

“Okay, Kuiora,” Sai said. He seemed to be talking for the sake of talking. “Let's do this like we planned, all right? Start off with a bite!”

Though she initially seemed confused, she obeyed. She pounced at the clefairy with lightning speed. The clefairy didn't have time to move, nor did Whitney have time to call out an attack. Kuiora specifically bit down on the clefairy's right arm.

She said through gritted teeth, “That's so you can't use your metronome! No electricity will be comin' from those little paws.”

I laughed and marveled over her simple tactic. And how had she gotten so fast? Not only had her speed increased, but also she looked more determined. She looked wiser and older. I was glad I didn't have to worry about her wandering off anymore. She was now more than capable of taking care of herself.

The clefairy tried to use its good arm to cradle the bad one, but its arm wasn't long enough to reach across its body. It hung there, limp and bleeding, unusable.

“I see how it is,” the clefairy said, wincing.

“You do?” Kuiora said, grinning.

“Clefairy, don't let it get you down! Use growl!” Whitney said.

Though its voice showed it was in pain, the clefairy grunted and let out a high pitched growl that forced even Kuiora a few steps backward. The clefairy stood up taller, having regained its confidence and ability to battle.

“Now use pound!”

The clefairy charged at Kuiora while she was out of commission. It used its good arm to punch Kuiora in the stomach, over and over, pushing Kuiora toward the edge of the arena.

“Good! Try a doubleslap now. Keep her confused.”

Kuiora became dizzy. She tried to swipe away the clefairy with her paws, but kept missing.

“Kuiora,” Sai said, uncertainty and excitement in his voice, “use water gun! It's the perfect chance!”

And indeed it was. The croconaw spat out her water gun, striking the clefairy directly in the face. As the stream of water grew longer, the clefairy was thrown further backwards, as it couldn't escape the relentless flow. Whitney dove out of the way as her pokémon flew toward her, and the water gun ended once the clefairy struck the wall behind her.

“The pokémon got knocked out of the field,” Sai observed. “Does that mean Kuiora wins?”

“That would work in a tournament, but not here,” Whitney said weakly. “Clefairy, you can get up, right?”

The clefairy was able to stand up, but just barely. I gave it some credit for having a lot of spirit.

“One more water gun and you should win, Kuiora,” Sai said.

Kuiora nodded. Soon enough there was another blast of water shooting straight for the clefairy.

“Clefairy, dodge it!” Whitney said with a hint of worry.

The clefairy dodged the water gun in a peculiar way. Instead of moving, it suddenly grew smaller. It happened in increments. As the clefairy changed sizes, afterimages were left behind, disappearing as quickly as they came. The clefairy was hardly visible now, and the water gun missed completely.

“Clefairy, why did you use minimize?” Whitney whined. “That may make you smaller, but it makes you hurt a lot more!” Once again, I thought she was going to run into the arena, but she restrained herself by folding her arms above her head and spinning around on her heels.

“It was the only way,” it said. “I can't move...”

“Oh, dear...”

“Well,” Sai said, “bite isn't going to work... Water gun isn't too likely to hit... Try stomping on it.”

“Okay.” Kuiora walked over to the clefairy casually, staring down at the ground so she could locate her target. When she lifted her foot, the clefairy tried to return to its original size. As it was about to succeed, Kuiora brought her foot down on its head.

The clefairy landed with a thud and didn't get up.

Stomping on the clefairy was a bit harsh, but I didn't say anything. It was a legit pokémon attack, one she had used in several battles before today. The clefairy simply had to suffer the fate of being a trained pokémon, just like the rest of us.

It was surprising to all of us, but Kuiora stepped down from the next battle.

“I got my revenge,” she explained. The Kuiora I knew, though, never turned down a battle. This wasn't entirely unwelcome, but it was new. I congratulated her and told her I would win for her.

“If you don't win, I'll pick up the pieces,” she said.

“I don't lose battles,” I said. In that moment, I honestly couldn't remember losing to anyone but the group of sneasel. I wasn't going to let that faze me today.

I leapt into the arena, waiting for my opponent to arrive. It didn't seem like Whitney was going to send anyone out, however. She was trying not to cry.

“My poor clefairy!” she said, burying her face in her hands.

“Uh, Kuiora won fair and square,” Sai said. “A gym leader should know that.”

“We can still win,” she said, wiping her eyes. “Go, Miltank!”

The miltank lived up to its name. It was a cow and its body represented a tank. The pokémon was huge compared to me, and considerably wider and thicker. It was mostly pink, though its belly was a cream color. It had six udders, white horns on its head and a tail with a black ball on the end of it. Was the miltank's tail as important to the species as it was to mine?

“We're gonna try to win this as quickly as possible,” Whitney said. “Miltank, use body slam!”

If Kuiora's attacks were bad, then the miltank's would be terrible. I braced myself for an awful collision. The miltank ran toward me, its body fat flapping along the way. I got down on all fours, frowning and yet reveling at how big of an adversary I had to face. It gave me even more reason to evolve in the middle of this particular battle.

When the miltank was close enough, I hopped in its direction, landing on its head and then bouncing back onto the ground behind it. The cow struggled to stop itself, but when it did, it turned and stared at me furiously.

It charged at me again, but I successfully dodged the body slam using the same method. My opponent had quite the temper, it seemed, and it wasn't using any sort of strategy.

“Use your own body slam, Senori!” Sai said.

My attack is called slam, thank you very much,” I said. Either way, I was much quicker due to my smaller size. My body blasted against the miltank's, causing it to lose its breath. I didn't move the miltank very far, but the attack still left an impact. Its shoulders drooped a little and it became less confident.

“Good job, good job,” Sai said. “Use slam again.”

“Yeah, yeah,” I said, mimicking him though I was glad for his attentiveness.

“Miltank, use defense curl!” Whitney shouted.

Defense curl was a move that had been proven useful to me in the past, so I knew this was going to be a difficult task. The miltank rolled into its new position, and I sped up. The miltank's body was like a rock, and I had a throbbing headache the moment we collided. I grabbed my head in a daze.

“I think it's time for your signature move. Rollout!” Whitney said. All hints of her crying self were gone, it seemed.

I asked myself what the rollout move would entail, afraid I would soon find out. Since we were both normal-type pokémon, and since we were only at the third gym in the traditional Johto circuit, I assumed it wasn't anything elemental. I had expected every command to be familiar.

I put myself into some sort of warrior pose, hoping to intimidate the miltank. The miltank, however, stayed in its rolled up position. My self-confidence waned when it rolled toward me, and at a remarkable pace. Stunned, I couldn't dodge. It rammed into me, and forced me to bend my back so that I was leaning against my tail in an awkward fashion. The miltank flattened my body as it tumbled over my stomach, my face, ears. Out of every body part I had, the tail hurt the most. It went without saying that I was sick of my tail hurting me. It signified pride and strength, but I was tired of pretending it was an object I didn't own because it was in a location I couldn't always see.

I had to evolve now or never.

Up until then, I hadn't noticed the physical urge to evolve. It was a peculiar sensation that other sentret had reported having in the past, though they never acted on it. I felt like I was about to burst out of my skin at any moment. My eyes bulged at random intervals, as if they wanted to detach and turn me inside out. My ears heard a ringing that didn't exist.

These sensations were strong to the point where even the miltank realized what I was about to do. The miltank unfurled and watched me, its expression rather unpleasant. After a while it rolled up again and raced toward me, but it was on the other side of the arena.

“Senori, dodge it! Quick!” Sai cried.

But I wasn't planning on dodging. I didn't want to dodge. I wanted to stop the miltank dead in its tracks. I had to prove that my powers lay hidden inside of me somewhere other than in my tail. I had relied on my tail in too many situations. I didn't want that anymore.

I kept my body straight as I could, resisting the desire to turn away. I thrust my paws forward and waited.

“Senori, what are you doing? Dodge it!”

“Nah,” I said. He would have to trust what was to come. He seemed accustomed to trusting people, anyway, almost to a fault. So I would follow myself, just this once, and then I would never disobey another order from him again.

Finally, the miltank reached me. I pushed myself at the massive creature, keeping it suspended on the ground. I grimaced, as I was using every ounce of my abilities to keep the miltank grounded.

“I... won't let you... stop me!” I cried through gritted teeth. I couldn't see the miltank's face, but judging by the sudden increase in momentum, I could tell it was more angry than ever.

This was an enlightening battle. Who knew I had it in me? Now I had to give myself the chance to evolve. I had to keep the miltank distracted somehow...

In a battle, the best way to distract an opponent is to let them recover from getting hurt.

I let the miltank push me back on purpose, letting it believe it was starting to overpower me. In reality, I was in control. I looked behind me and saw how close we were to the wall. I moved my feet to the left and jumped out of the way completely, allowing the miltank to smash into the wall.

I didn't waste any time after that. I let go of my inhibitions, all the inner energy I had been keeping contained. The transition didn't hurt. I felt my body grow longer, more slender. My arms were soon shaped like normal arms, with bigger paws. My ears grew shorter and my fur changed to a lighter shade of brown. My eyes dilated in response to a glow that came and went rather swiftly.

When the evolution was done, I looked behind me. My new tail was one that wasn't considered blessed. I couldn't stand on this tail. I couldn't look out for danger in a forest. Now I could only look out for Sai and the rest of the team. Now I could only look out for my new clan. That was what mattered.

“Senori, you evolved!” Sai said. “Wow...”

I waved to my awestruck trainer. It felt awkward, but I'd grow used to it. The rest of the team seemed lost in thought as well.

“I know things don't look good,” Whitney said, “but you can do it! Use rollout.” The urgency had returned to her voice.

The miltank huffed. As it headed toward me, I swished my tail around, enjoying its softness.

“Uh,” Sai said. “Use a new attack or something!”

I laughed at him. “I didn't forget my attacks or learn any new ones,” I told him. I would have laughed more, but—oh, right. The miltank was coming and here I was, having fun.

I focused my senses, which seemed different somehow. As I stared at the miltank, I was able to see the position its body was in at any given moment. I used my slam attack when its head was facing my direction, which halted the rollout. Confused, the miltank went around in circles.

“All right,” Whitney said. “That's enough. A gym leader knows when she's... lost...” Before she finished her sentence, she burst into tears. Her sobbing echoed throughout the gym.

“Oh...” Sai said sheepishly. “I didn't expect Senori to evolve! I wanted to win, of course, but I didn't want to make you cry! This is the second time now too. ...Can I tell you a joke or something?”

“Jokes won't work, you jerk!” she cried as she returned the miltank to its pokéball. I watched as it was immersed in a flash of red, thanking it for its efforts. Then she pulled something out of her back pocket and flung it in my direction. I picked it up and held the badge gently.

“Here,” I said, running up to Sai (rather clumsily, I might add) and handing it to him.

“I believe it's your win,” he said, patting me on the head, “but I suppose I can hold onto it for you.”

“You flatter me,” I said. “If the miltank had taken advantage of my new form, I would have been doomed.”

“Jerk,” Whitney said again.

I gauged my teammates' reactions. Atis kept himself behind everyone else, but he did strain to peer over Kuiora's shoulders. Kuiora didn't seem as jealous as I thought she'd be, and Rennio was beyond relieved that the battle was simply over.

As for Ezrem...

“How about a good math joke?” he said. “That always cheers everyone up. So, say this gym leader and her opponent have two pokémon each. The opponent loses no pokémon, while the gym leader loses both. How many pokémon does the gym leader have now?”

"...Ezrem?”

“Yes?”

“Shut up,” I said, but really, I was trying not to laugh.

*

We won not only a gym badge from Whitney, but also money. The first thing we did with the money was buy a new backpack, new food, new water and more clothes for Sai. He spent most of it in one place, as usual.

The second thing we bought was a room at the Pokémon Center. It was a major step up from being out in the wild.

In the room, Sai insisted that the badge was mine.

“But what about me?” Kuiora said. So she was jealous.

“Senori evolved!” he replied. “Your badge is the one you won by yourself.”

“But Senori lost that badge,” Kuiora said, crossing her arms.

“Sorry,” I said. “We can share this one. The spotlight can be yours next time.”

“Deal,” she said.

We sat in a circle on the carpeted floor, passing the gym badge around and indulging in its presence. That wasn't the only thing I was thinking about, though.

I was thinking about Sai. He had been happy at the gym, but now he was secluding himself as we talked. Wasn't he glad we had won? Wasn't he glad we could move on to the next part of our journey? I got on all fours and went over to Sai's new backpack. I dug through it. When I retrieved his bottle of medication, I wobbled over to the boy and handed it to him. Atis had told me about it, and I agreed that the bottle was odd, but not unwelcome.

“Won't you stay with us?” I said. “We were worried when you left.”

Sai took the bottle, turning it over in his hands slowly. He smiled sadly and said, “I'll try to stay.”

That was what we wanted. We wanted this Sai—the loyal, excited one. We loved this Sai. Though he was reckless and his emotions ran high sometimes, it wasn't anything we couldn't deal with.

That night, when most of us had gone to sleep, I went up to be on the bed with Sai. His mind was racing, I could tell. I didn't say a word. I rolled myself into a tiny ball and curled up next to his side, silently telling him that I hoped he kept his promise.

It was the most comfortable I had ever been.
 
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Artistically angry
When the evolution was completely, I immediately looked behind me. My bushy, important tail was no longer there. Of course, I still had a tail—I was expecting this—but it was a longer tail. A natural tail. One that wasn’t blessed. And that was what mattered.

Is that suppose to be completed?

When it was close enough to take seriously, I focused my senses. While my hearing was still intact, everything else had enhanced. I started intently at the miltank. When I thought it was best to perform a body slam, I did so—and my prediction was dead on. I hit the miltank with the full force of my new body directly on its head, stopping not only the rollout, but the entire pokémon itself. I returned to my original position, watching the effects take place. The miltank was grabbing its head and going around in circles, dizzy and confused.

And this stared?

It was the most comfortable that I had ever been.

While I can completely understand what your saying, this felt awkward to read for whatever reason. It's probably just me, so don't worry about it
 
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I love shiny pokemon
“Something like that,” I said sarcastically. The revelation that I had come to felt even better knowing that Sai was here to witness it, but I wouldn’t admit it.

Something is off about the bolded part, but I'm not sure what it could be.

“Okay, Kuiora,” said Sai, though he didn’t appear to know what to say next; he was talking for the sake of talking. “Uh, just like we planned, all right? Start off with a bite attack!”

I like Sai here so far, with his attitude toards Ezrem and his fibbing to Whitney. He's been seeming more childish than usual. Or maybe child-like.

And indeed it was. The croconaw immediately spat out a spray of water, hitting her target dead on, since the clefairy was right in front of her face, her mouth.

I see what you were going for with the "her face, her mouth". But it just doesn't quite work for me. Maybe it just needs more words? "her face, and by extension, her mouth"?

It was a legit pokémon attack, one that had occurred in several battles before today, and one that would continue to appear for all of eternity.

I think the use of "legit" here is a bit too colloquial for me. I would just go "legitimate".

Up until now, I hadn’t noticed the urge that my body had had to evolve for ages, now. It was a peculiar sensation that other sentret in my clan had reported having in the past, but they never dared act on it. It was the sensation of feeling like you were about to burst out of your skin at any moment. Your eyes bulged at random times, wanting to pop out of your body and watch from the outside as the inside of you was turned completely inside out. Your ears were hearing sounds that didn’t really exist—it was the inner cry of the soul that they were hearing, but they didn’t know that. Only the heart knew, and I had kept it from reacting all this time, but no longer.

Great paragraph for two reasons: One, I always feel the physical trauma that evolving MUST come with is too down-played, and two, the the part about the sounds and the soul. Great stuff.

When the evolution was completely, I immediately looked behind me. My bushy, important tail was no longer there. Of course, I still had a tail—I was expecting this—but it was a longer tail. A natural tail. One that wasn’t blessed. And that was what mattered.

The whole chapter was obviously leading up to this moment, and it was extraordinarily well handled. Great paragraph there.

“Ah,” Sai said sheepishly. “I don’t know… I’m sorry! I didn’t expect to win! Well, I was hoping to win, of course, but I didn’t want to make you cry! Can I tell you some jokes or something?”

So weird.

-I have to admit, this chapter perplexed me; I really thought this story was done with gym battles and basic trainer storying. It seemed we were full-steam ahead into whatever it was that made Sai run away, especially since he no longer has his previous badges. So I was curious to see another chapter focusing on winning a gym badge. Obviously the crux going forward HAS to be the relationship between Sai and Team Rocket, right? I would think.

I thought the Senori evolution stuff was very well done and powerfully written. Good work with that, as always!
 

The Great Butler

Hush, keep it down

SURVIVAL PROJECT
chapter 18 ; [SENORI]
crescendo

*​

Three cheers for symbolic titles?

Sometimes, I thought that life was defined by the distance between what you wanted and what you needed. I especially felt this way at the pokémon fan club, where the solution to all of my problems came to me in the most unexpected instant, in the most unexpected fashion. Who knew that a human could solve what they had no knowledge about? Who knew that fate would bring such an opportunity to me? I surely didn’t. I just knew that I needed to move on from my past, and that I wanted to do it in the least painful way possible. The pokémon fan club had provided me with some insight I never would have thought of myself; it helped me realize that the distance I originally thought of as so far apart was as close as it could possibly be!

As Sasha and Marty brought us back to Sai, and as we shortly thereafter made our way to the gym (before Sai went completely insane over breaking the rules once again), I felt like I was at home. I felt as if I were in the forest and experiencing every part of nature as sharply all over again; this was how I knew my answer was correct.

I just caught that "before Sai went completely insane" part here, and it immediately gets me thinking. Did something happen off-screen? Sai didn't seem to be "going insane over breaking the rules again" last chapter.

There was something odd about the clouds moving in our direction that sent shivers down my spine. The few trees in the city swaying in the wind made me think they were speaking to me. There was a silence that emanated from the cracks in the pavement below my feet; it was a distant echo of the times that I was alone. The memories were muffled by all of our footsteps; they were only tearing loose in an attempt to break my shell. What would they find? I could only guess that they’d find my resolution of thinking it was best to stay away from my clan, and then, the memories would try to bring me back to the nightmare that I had already lived through once. Well, I had already vowed not to live there again—the dead, the result of my carelessness, hung below me, muttering to themselves in discontent. While I was deeply sorry and forever would be, I had to do this for myself.

Well, that was... something. Sure looks like Senori's feeling introspective today.

And why did I believe evolving would help, anyway? The reason was simple, and almost agonizingly so. I would be getting rid of the one thing that every sentret of my clan cherished most about themselves.

I would be getting rid of my tail.

I think some hairs could be split here. Furret does kind of have a tail, it's just pretty much fused into the Furret's body.

When all sentret were born, we held a ritual to bless it. It was a blessing that we hoped would bring about great growth and prosperity to this important part of the body. We even made a point to say that we didn’t want the sentret to evolve, just so they could keep this vital part of them forever. We always had contests to see whose was longer and therefore most efficient in helping the clan succeed—this was how Ari and me were chosen as the leaders. And if I were to lose my tail, no longer would the leader in me be telling me to stand on it and keep an eye out for others, to keep an ear out for danger, just like I had done so many nights in the forest, including the one that ruined me. I could instead look at the path right in front of me rather the one that was miles away.

Now that, on the other hand, makes a lot of sense. Perfect explanation for why the tail is so important.

And it just so happened that were heading to the gym at this very moment. The timing couldn’t have been any more spectacular.

I willed my heart to stop pounding, but it ignored me.

*

“You’re back again, huh? It’s been a while. You must have been doing a lot of training,” Whitney observed when we approached her for another battle.

Boy, that's an understatement.

“Something like that,” I said sarcastically. The revelation that I had come to felt even better knowing that Sai was here to witness it, but I wouldn’t admit it. I was still bitter toward him for leaving at all, and I was still curious as to where on earth he was. My next goal would have to be finding this out, since once I evolved, I would be prepared to deal with him and his emotions even more fully.

Minor corrections: "The revelation that I had come to feel."

Sai glared at me for a moment, which just made me grin at him. “Yes, we’ve trained a lot for our rematch,” he lied.

Is it really all that much of a lie, though? They did have to learn some skills while surviving in the wild without Sai.

“Well, we can start the battle whenever. We will again use two pokémon each,” Whitney said, pulling a pokéball out of her back pocket. She thrust it forward, revealing the same pink pokémon that had fought and won last time.

“Clefairy! I’m here!” it cried as it emerged.

“Can I fight?” Ezrem chimed in, pulling on Sai’s pant leg.

“No?” Sai said, as if the answer was obvious.

“Rude… Well, then, what about Rennio?” Ezrem said, now pulling on the elekid’s arm, making him panic in retaliation.

“I won’t do that to him again if he doesn’t want to fight,” Sai said firmly.

“On a more serious note,” I said, glaring at Ezrem and taking Rennio from him, “can I fight, Sai? We’re all so eager to fight for you, as you can see!”

“Kuiora first,” Sai said, just as firmly. “She asked me earlier. She wants a rematch against the clefairy, and I don’t blame her. But you can fight second, okay?”

“Okay,” I said after a few moments, thinking that this was acceptable. As strong as Kuiora was, I didn’t think she could beat both of the gym leader’s pokémon. They seemed far too powerful and their strategies were better than her’s, though perhaps she had come up with something in all of the time we had spent doing practically nothing near Ilex Forest.

Ezrem is kind of adorable here. This scene is a pretty nice way to quickly look at the personalities of all of Sai's Pokemon minus Atis.

Senori might be hoping too hard for Kuiora to fail, though. I get the feeling Kuiora might actually pull off a big upset.

Minor error: "their strategies were better than hers."

“Yes! Thank you, Sai!” Kuiora cried ecstatically, taking her place in the middle of the arena. She stood her ground in a position that made me immediately question my previous beliefs about her. Maybe she really could beat both pokémon, and then, I wouldn’t have a chance to fight. Well, my trainer’s decision was already made. I would just have to wait it out. Of course, if I didn’t fight now, there would be other opportunities—but why would I want to wait any longer than I had to?

I wonder if we'll get to see that conversation Sai and Kuiora had in a future chapter. Based on Kuiora's enthusiasm here, I bet it was quite something.

“Okay, Kuiora,” said Sai, though he didn’t appear to know what to say next; he was talking for the sake of talking. “Uh, just like we planned, all right? Start off with a bite attack!”

Though she appeared perplexed by his confusing words, she obeyed, and pounced at the clefairy with lightning speed. The clefairy didn’t even have time to move, nor did Whitney have time to call out an attack. Kuiora bit down on the clefairy’s arm, causing the fairy to cry out in pain.

“That’s so you can’t use your metronome attack this time! No electricity will be coming from those little paws,” the croconaw said through gritted teeth.

Why do I feel like Kuiora might be tempting fate here somehow?

I laughed and marveled over Kuiora. How had she gotten so fast in a short amount of time? And not only was she faster, but she looked more determined. She looked… wiser, older. Just what had happened to her while Sai was gone? Whatever it was, I was suddenly glad that I didn’t have to worry about her being off on her own anymore. If I didn’t end up having a chance to fight against one of Whitney’s pokémon, this battle would at least still be worth it.

I like the evolution - no pun intended - of Senori's thoughts regarding Kuiora and this battle.

The clefairy tried to use its good arm to cradle the bad one, but its arm just wasn’t long enough to reach over to the other side. Its bad arm hung there, limp and slightly bleeding, apparently now unusable, just as Kuiora had intended.

“I see how it is,” the clefairy said, wincing.

“You do? Show me what you’ve got, then!”

“Clefairy, don’t let it get you down! Use growl!” Whitney ordered.

The clefairy obeyed. Though its voice clearly showed that it was in pain, it grunted and then let out a high pitched howl that made even Kuiora (and the rest of us) take a few steps backward. It was unfathomable to see such a tiny creature let out such a ferocious sound, but apparently it was possible. And the clefairy’s plan worked—it had regained its self-confidence, and was ready to fight again.

Interesting tactic there. Not the kind of thing I would have thought of.

“Now use pound!” Whitney cried.

Though the clefairy had one arm out of commission, the other was still perfectly fine. The clefairy proved this by charging at Kuiora while she was out of commission herself. The fairy used its good arm to punch Kuiora in the stomach over and over, causing the croconaw’s feet to slide backward against the gym floor with each and every hit.

“Good! Try a doubleslap now. Keep her confused.”

The clefairy obeyed by jumping off of the ground. Keeping itself suspended, it was now slapping its paws into Kuiora’s face, making it move back and forth, back and forth. Kuiora was clearly shown to be dizzy when she tried to swipe away the clefairy with her own paws, but kept missing and swiping the air instead.

“Kuiora,” Sai said, uncertainty still in his voice, but a hint of excitement, too, “use water gun! It’s a perfect chance!”

And indeed it was. The croconaw immediately spat out a spray of water, hitting her target dead on, since the clefairy was right in front of her face, her mouth. As the stream of water grew longer, the clefairy was thrown further backwards, as it could not escape the flow. Whitney had to even move out of the way before getting hit, and the attack finally ended once the water gun and the clefairy struck the wall outside of the arena.

The action is definitely going well here. This battle is simple, but it's flowing at a fast, exciting pace.

Sai's behavior is once again a little disturbing, though. He's returning to normal but so slowly that he still seems out of sorts. Something feels off.

“The pokémon got knocked out of the arena,” Sai observed. “Does that mean Kuiora wins?”

“That would work in an official tournament,” Whitney said, smiling weakly, “but not here. Clefairy, you can get up, right?”

“Oh,” Sai said, clearly bummed that the battle would go on.

That little touch of Sai being disappointed over the battle continuing is a really nice bit.

As Whitney had predicted, the clefairy was able to stand up, but just barely. After feeling the impact of a limp arm and the full force of a water gun attack done by an evolved pokémon, it looked like it was going to faint at any given moment. It had a lot of spirit, though—I could give it credit for that.

“All right, Kuiora,” Sai said. “One more water gun and you should win.”

Kuiora nodded. She thrust her head backward, preparing to shoot another stream of water. When she brought her head forward, a blast of water shot forth as well, heading straight for the clefairy.

“Clefairy, dodge it!” Whitney said, a hint of worry in her voice.

The clefairy dodged it in a peculiar way. Instead of moving out of the way, the clefairy suddenly grew… smaller. It happened in tiny increments. Every time the clefairy changed size, an afterimage was left behind, and it disappeared as quickly as it came. By the end of the move, the clefairy was hardly visible, and the water gun ran right above its head, missing completely.

“Clefairy, why did you use minimize? That may make you smaller, but it makes you hurt a lot more!” Whitney whined. Once again, she looked like she was about to run into the arena, but she restrained herself by keeping her arms folded above her head, and by spinning around on her heels.

I was about to say that Clefairy was using Minimize without an order. I'm glad you didn't let it become an error.

“It was the only way I could dodge,” a voice even higher pitched than the previous growl said. “I can barely move…”

“Oh, dear,” Whitney said, placing a hand in front of her mouth dramatically.

“Well, bite isn’t going to work,” Sai said, “and water gun isn’t too likely to hit. Try… stomping on it? Knock it out once and for all!”

“Okay,” said Kuiora happily. She walked over to the clefairy casually, staring down at it when she reached her target. She smiled and lifted her foot, and at that moment, the clefairy started growing larger again, bit by bit. This time, afterimages of the tiny clefairy were present every time the fairy grew a little bigger. Just when the clefairy was about to reach its full capacity, Kuiora brought her foot down as hard as she could on the clefairy’s head, causing it to fall forward on its stomach with a thud.

The clefairy did not get up.

Nice use of tactics here. The Stomp-targeting-Minimize move is not seen very often at all.

I thought that stomping on the clefairy was a little harsh, but I didn’t say anything. It was a legit pokémon attack, one that had occurred in several battles before today, and one that would continue to appear for all of eternity. The clefairy simply had to suffer the fate of being a pokémon, just like the rest of us. Just like I would be doing soon enough, I hoped.

And I did get that chance. It was surprising to all of us, but Kuiora stepped down from battling as soon as she defeated the clefairy.

“I got my revenge, just like I wanted,” was all that she said. But Kuiora—the one that I knew, anyway—wasn’t ever likely to turn down a battle. So this was entirely new. Not unwelcome, but definitely new. Still, I appreciated the notion, and I congratulated her and told her that I would win the battle.

That is indeed a little strange for Kuiora to back off willingly. It struck me right away.

“If you don’t, I’m still able to battle, right? I’ll pick up the pieces for you,” she said.

“Don’t worry. I never lose,” I said, feeling confident. In that moment, I honestly couldn’t remember a time that I had lost a battle—one that consisted of fighting, anyway. I was sure that it had happened, but it wasn’t going to faze me. Not today.

“What if you really do lose, though? It can happen! Even I’ve lost!”

“If I lose, then you’ll have witnessed the single most unlikely thing to ever happen,” I said, grinning. As much as I wanted to—in order to keep everything a surprise—I couldn’t hide my excitement. This was my answer, my salvation. And it was going to happen now, in front of Sai, in front of my—our—team.

Senori's going to lose, I get the feeling now...

I eagerly leapt out into the arena, waiting for my opponent to appear. After a few moments, though, it didn’t look like Whitney was going to send anyone out. I looked at her, confused, and saw that she was trying not to cry.

“My poor clefairy!” she lamented, burying her face in her hands, sobbing.

“Uh,” Sai said quickly, “Kuiora won fair and square. A gym leader should know that, yeah?”

“I do, don’t you worry. We can still win!” she said, now wiping her eyes. She recalled the clefairy and took out another pokéball out of her back pocket. “Go, Miltank!”

When it emerged, I thought that the miltank… Well, at least it lived up to its name. It was a cow, so it provided milk, and it looked like a tank. Yes, the thing was huge compared to me when I was on all fours. It was at least two feet taller, and considerably wider and thicker. It was mostly pink, though not as pink as the clefairy had been. Its belly was a cream color, and there were six well-placed protrusions on its belly that I thought were called utters, I wasn’t sure. Its ears and its feet were black, and it had a pink tail with a black ball on the end of it. I vaguely wondered if a miltank’s tail was as important to the species as it was to my sentret clan. The creature also had notable white horns on top of its head, which could have been important as well.

Senori's description of Miltank is at once hilarious and fascinating. Excellent work.

“Miltank!” it cried. Apparently, Whitney’s pokémon had a thing for announcing its name to the world when they approached a battle. Well, that was all fine and dandy, I thought, though I wondered if it ever confused Whitney into thinking she couldn’t understand pokémon—if she could even understand pokémon at all, anyway. The human species was certainly an odd one.

“Okay,” Whitney said. “We’re going to try to end this as quickly as possible. Miltank, use body slam!”

Ouch, I thought. If I thought that Kuiora’s stomping attack was bad, since she was a big pokémon herself and particularly powerful, then this was terrible. Not only was the miltank probably stronger than Kuiora, but it was at least twice her weight. I braced myself for an awful attack.

The miltank ran toward me, its utters and body fat flapping along the way. It was an amusing sight to see, but I couldn’t let my guard down already. I got down on all fours, frowning and yet reveling in how big of an adversary I had to face. Well, that was just fine—if my opponent had to look tougher and be larger than me, then it was giving me all the more reason to evolve in the middle of the battle.

I just noticed that you're using "utters" instead of the correct word for what a cow has, which are "udders." I didn't catch it the first time.

When the miltank was close enough to me, I hopped in its direction, landing on its head and using its head to bounce forward and back onto the ground behind it. The cow took a few moments to stop its momentum, but when it did, it turned and looked at me furiously.

“How dare you evade my attack!” it said, charging at me once more. But I did the same thing again, successfully dodging. Not only was the opponent fearsome, but it had quite a temper as well. Very fortunate. The scene reminded me of heading into that lady’s house and trying to escape the broom that she so eagerly swung at me with.

So that incident WAS important! Impressive job bringing back trivial details with bigger meaning than previously.

“I’m just doing my job,” I said, teasing. I put my finger up to my head as if to say that was an obvious answer, and that the miltank was rather dull. The move only served to infuriate the cow further.

“Use your own body slam, Senori!” Sai ordered.

“My attack is just called slam, thank you very much,” I said defiantly. Still, I did the same thing that the miltank had been doing before, though I was much quicker due to my smaller size. This also meant that the miltank couldn’t jump over my head, or even move in any direction to get out of the way in time. My body blasted against the miltank’s, causing it to lose its breath as it was knocked backward. I noticed that I didn’t move him much, but the impact was still there, as the pokémon’s shoulders had drooped a little and it appeared less confident.

Unless you are referring to Miltank with the generic "him," that cannot be refused to refer to Miltank, as Miltank is a female-only species.

“Good job, good job. Use slam again,” commented Sai.

“Yes, yes,” I said, mimicking him. I didn’t say so, but I was glad for his praise, his attentiveness. It would, hopefully, serve me again sooner rather than later.

I prepared to use my slam attack once more when Whitney shouted, “Miltank, use defense curl!”

Oh no, I know what's coming. This can't be good.

I should have known better than to attack the miltank when it was using defense curl, since it was one of my own moves that had proven to be very useful in the past. With the miltank’s size and weight, the effect was all the more difficult against my small frame. I was running to the cow when it was putting itself into a rolled up position, but I was going too fast to stop myself—one of the disadvantages to being fast. When my body collided with the miltank’s—just as before—this time it was me who was knocked backward. The miltank’s body was rock hard, and I now had a throbbing headache. I grabbed my head, knowing it was futile, but hoping it would stop soon.

“Okay, Miltank, I think it’s time for your signature move. Rollout!” Whitney commanded, and all hints of her crying self were gone.

And it makes sense for that crying self to be gone, because this is exactly what I've been waiting for all along, Miltank's Rollout.

“What’s rollout?” I asked myself, afraid to soon find out. Since we were both normal-type pokémon that hadn’t quite reached the threshold where we could learn the elemental moves discussed at the pokémon fan club, I was expecting for every ordered attack to be familiar and similar to my own. This, however, was completely new to me.

I waited for the miltank to obey, but it stayed in its ball-like position. It looked daunting just like that, but it was even more damaging to my self-confidence when it started rolling toward me, and at a remarkable speed I wasn’t anticipating from the larger pokémon. Stunned, I wasn’t able to dodge the rollout as it crashed into me, forcing my body to bend back so that I was leaning against my tail in an awkward position. The miltank continued to flatten my body as it tumbled over my stomach, my face, my ears. Out of every body part I had, the tail hurt the most. And it went without saying that I was sick of my tail hurting. It signified pride. It signified strength, and I was tired of pretending that it was an object I didn’t really own just because it was in a location that I couldn’t always see.

That was painful to read because of it making you envision the suffering Senori's going through. Nice work tying back the significance of the tail, though.

I had to evolve now, or never.

Up until now, I hadn’t noticed the urge that my body had had to evolve for ages, now. It was a peculiar sensation that other sentret in my clan had reported having in the past, but they never dared act on it. It was the sensation of feeling like you were about to burst out of your skin at any moment. Your eyes bulged at random times, wanting to pop out of your body and watch from the outside as the inside of you was turned completely inside out. Your ears were hearing sounds that didn’t really exist—it was the inner cry of the soul that they were hearing, but they didn’t know that. Only the heart knew, and I had kept it from reacting all this time, but no longer.

The miltank must have realized what I was about to do, no doubt, since the sensation was so strong within me. It had unfurled and been watching me carefully for the last several moments. It looked entirely unhappy, unpleased. Now, however, it was rolled back up into a ball, and it was heading straight toward me, faster than ever. I had time, though, since it was all the way on the other side of the arena.

“I’m not going to let you do that, darn it!” it said harshly.

“Senori, dodge it, and quick!” Sai said.

But I wasn’t planning on dodging it. No, I didn’t want to dodge it. I wanted to stop the attack dead in its tracks. I had to prove that strength lay hidden inside of me somewhere else, and not just in my tail. I had relied on it in battles and in other situations too many time in the past. I didn’t want that anymore.

I really hope Senori's overconfidence will not be something he regrets.

I stood exactly where I was, facing the miltank, keeping my body as straight as I could, not allowing for any twisting or the desire to turn away. I thrust my arm and my paws forward, and waited.

“Senori, what are you doing? Dodge it!” called Sai.

“Nah,” I said, grinning and hoping he could see it. He would just have to trust what was to come. He seemed accustomed to trusting people, anyhow—almost too much. So I could follow myself, just this once, and then I would never obey another command from my trainer again.

Finally, the miltank reached me and collided with me once more. Instead of allowing myself to be flattened like a pancake yet again, I pushed at the big ball, keeping it suspended on the ground. I grimaced; I was using every ounce of my body, every ounce of my power, just to keep this miltank here. And for what? I wasn’t attacking it or causing damage, so this was simply delaying the battle further. I supposed that I was causing the miltank to waste some of its energy but I didn’t know if that would be enough.

“I… won’t let you… stop me!” I cried through gritted teeth. I couldn’t see miltank’s face as it rolled, but judging by the sudden increase in power at my words, I could tell that it was more angry than ever.

So I had proven to myself that I had strength somewhere else. It was an enlightening feeling, to say the least. Who knew that I had it in me? Now, I had to figure out how to give myself a chance to evolve. The miltank, given the chance, was going to try to stop me at any cost… I had to keep it distracted somehow, someway…

And in a battle, the best way to do that was to let the opponent pokémon recover from getting hurt.

I started letting the miltank push me back on purpose, letting it believe that it was finally beginning to overpower me. It was quite the opposite, but of course I didn’t say so—I was controlling the situation entirely. I looked behind me, seeing how close we were to the wall. It was still quite a stretch to get there, but I could manage. I let the miltank push me back even faster now, and the fury emanating from the cow vanished—it really thought that it was winning. When we were close enough to the wall, I moved my feet to the left and then jumped out of the way completing, allowing the miltank to smash into the wall, just as planned.

I didn’t waste any time after that. I let go of my inhibitions, and all of the inner energy inside of me that I had been keeping contained in a bottle of sorts. Through my eyes, I could see that I was beginning to glow. I didn’t dare look down anymore—my old body was old news. Surprisingly, the transition didn’t hurt at all. I could feel my body grow longer, more slender. My arms—which had felt sometimes like an odd pair of wings in the past—were now shaped like normal arms, with longer paws. My ears grew shorter, which pleased me as well, as maybe now my hearing wouldn’t be so sharp, as that had also been a prominent feature in my clan… I wondered how my insides were changing, but it didn’t matter, as long as everything significant was present. As far as my color went, I couldn’t tell if I’d still be the dark shade of brown that I had always been. I would have to look in a mirror later, or, preferably, have Sai tell me.

That was awesome. All of it. I'm glad Senori's confidence paid off, and it paid off in such a great read.

When the evolution was completely, I immediately looked behind me. My bushy, important tail was no longer there. Of course, I still had a tail—I was expecting this—but it was a longer tail. A natural tail. One that wasn’t blessed. And that was what mattered.

Can you explain Senori's opinion regarding his new tail a bit more to me? I don't fully understand why he feels the way he does about it.

I looked at the miltank, who was staring at me vigorously. It had stood back up and kicked at the wall a few times while I was finishing. While I was fully happy with myself, it wasn’t happy for me at all.

“Senori,” Sai said. “You evolved! Wow…”

Ah, yes, and then there was the spectating crowd. I looked back at him, waving to him with my new arm, which felt awkward, but I was sure that I would get used to it. For now, he seemed content, and that was what counted to me.

Senori, don't get too cocky yet... finish off Miltank first.

“Miltank, I know things aren’t looking too good, but you can do it! Use rollout,” Whitney said. The hint of urgency had returned to her frail voice.

Miltank huffed and obeyed, returning to its ball-like form. As he headed toward me, I swished my tail around, reveling in the fact that it was a soft tail now, not one made of any substance at all.

“Use a new attack or something, Senori!” Sai said.

I chuckled. “Just because I evolved doesn’t mean that I forgot all of my attacks or anything,” I said, also reveling in the fact that my voice was the same.

All the while, the miltank was charging toward me once more. Yes, I was treating the miltank like a joke, now. I knew there was no hope for it.

When it was close enough to take seriously, I focused my senses. While my hearing was still intact, everything else had enhanced. I started intently at the miltank. When I thought it was best to perform a body slam, I did so—and my prediction was dead on. I hit the miltank with the full force of my new body directly on its head, stopping not only the rollout, but the entire pokémon itself. I returned to my original position, watching the effects take place. The miltank was grabbing its head and going around in circles, dizzy and confused.

“All right,” Whitney said. “That’s enough. A gym leader knows when she’s… lost…” Before she even finished her sentence, she had already burst into tears. Her sobbing echoed throughout the entire gym, it was so loud.

Well then. I didn't expect Whitney to start crying like this, even if she does so in the games.

“Ah,” Sai said sheepishly. “I don’t know… I’m sorry! I didn’t expect to win! Well, I was hoping to win, of course, but I didn’t want to make you cry! Can I tell you some jokes or something?”

“Jokes won’t work, you jerk!” she cried as she returned the miltank to its pokéball. I watched it as it was immersed in a flash of red, thanking it for its time and effort silently.

Next, Whitney pulled one last thing out of her back pocket. She peered down at it in her hand for a moment before she flung it in my direction. It landed on the ground in front of me, so I picked it up in my new paws. The object was shaped like a golden diamond with silver edges. The gym badge certainly lived up to Goldenrod City’s expectations, I thought.

I ran up to Sai—rather clumsily, I must say—and handed it to him.

“I believe it’s your win, not mine,” he said cheerfully, petting me on the head, “but I suppose I can hold onto it for you.”

“If the miltank had made me use any body parts that I couldn’t control yet, I would have been doomed. You flatter me,” I said just as eagerly.

“Jerk,” Whitney said again.

I looked at the others, gouging their reactions. Atis looked proud, though he didn’t say anything and kept himself behind everyone else. Kuiora didn’t appear as jealous of the attention as I thought she’d be. Rennio was beyond relieved that I took over his fighting position—when our eyes met, I could tell that he was saying thank you.

Interesting that Atis was there the entire time, not to mention that he appears to be proud of Senori.

As for Ezrem…

“How about a good math joke?” he said. “That always cheers everyone up. So, say this gym leader and her opponent have two pokémon. The opponent loses no pokémon, while the gym leader loses both. How many pokémon does the gym leader have now?”

“Ezrem?”

“Yes?”

“Shut up,” I said, but nothing could ruin my mood. My voice betrayed me; I was trying not to laugh.

Okay, that was actually pretty funny.

We had not only won a gym badge from Whitney, but money. The first thing we did with our money was buy a new backpack, new food, new water, more clothes for Sai. He spent it all in one place, as usual—back to his old self. The second thing was purchased was a night in the pokémon center to celebrate. It was a major step up from being out in the wild, I had to admit.

I hope I'm off base with this unsettled feeling I'm getting.

Sai was sitting on the bed, looking happy yet strained at the same time. Wasn’t he glad that we had won? Wasn’t he glad that we could move on to the next part of journey? I got on all fours—finding this position much more preferable to standing on my tail, as if I were constantly watching for danger—and went over to Sai’s new backpack. I dug through it, looking for something. When I finally found it, I wobbled over to the boy, and handed it to him.

It was the bottle of medication that he had brought back with him Atis had told me about it, and I agreed it was peculiar… but not unwelcome.

“Won’t you stay with us this time?” I said. “We were worried when you left...”

Sai took the bottle slowly, turning it over in his hands for a very, very long few moments. He looked at me, smiling sadly, and he patted me on the head.

“I’ll try to stay,” he said simply.

And that was what I wanted. This Sai—the loyal one, the excited one, the happy one—was the one we loved and wanted to stay with us. Though he was reckless and his emotions ran higher compared to all of the other people and pokémon I’d met, it wasn’t anything that we couldn’t deal with. Yes, this was the Sai I wanted to protect and serve at the same time. This was the Sai that, with my new form, I wanted to continue growing as a leader with.

That night, when we were all sleeping, with Atis on the top bunk and with everyone else on the floor, I went up to be on the bed with Sai. He just smiled at me, said his mind was racing, as usual, and he couldn’t sleep… as usual. I didn’t say a word; I rolled myself into a tiny ball and curled up next to his side, silently telling him that I hoped that he meant what he said what he told me he would stay with us.

It was the most comfortable that I had ever been.

I love how warm that ending feels.

Of course, there's something much deeper beneath the surface going on. I think there's enough to go on to make a clear guess as to what's going on with Sai, though I'll refrain from doing so for now. I have the feeling that something very important is going to happen soon.

I thought this chapter felt a lot like a return to form after the Absent Sai story arc. Those chapters weren't bad, but they felt vastly different than what came before them. This chapter felt like ones from before Sai ran away.
 

diamondpearl876

Well-Known Member
Dragonicwari

Is that suppose to be completed?
And this stared?

Yes and yes. Fixed.

While I can completely understand what your saying, this felt awkward to read for whatever reason. It's probably just me, so don't worry about it

Yeah, I don’t know what is wrong with it. :(

Sid87

Something is off about the bolded part, but I'm not sure what it could be.

Me neither.

I think the use of "legit" here is a bit too colloquial for me. I would just go "legitimate".

I didn’t even consider whether or not legit sounded colloquial at all. Interesting.

-I have to admit, this chapter perplexed me; I really thought this story was done with gym battles and basic trainer storying. It seemed we were full-steam ahead into whatever it was that made Sai run away, especially since he no longer has his previous badges. So I was curious to see another chapter focusing on winning a gym badge. Obviously the crux going forward HAS to be the relationship between Sai and Team Rocket, right? I would think.

I thought the Senori evolution stuff was very well done and powerfully written. Good work with that, as always!

Yes, I did this on purpose in the hopes that I would be, uh, paralleling Sai’s moods. Sai’s moods and demeanor go up and down constantly, and I was hoping to portray that with speeding up and slowing down and then speeding up the plot again. If it didn’t work, oops. But yes, the plot will move forward from here on; a couple more things just have to happen first.

Thanks for commenting.

The Great Butler

I just caught that "before Sai went completely insane" part here, and it immediately gets me thinking. Did something happen off-screen? Sai didn't seem to be "going insane over breaking the rules again" last chapter.

No, nothing happened off-screen. It was just a reminder that Sai’s gone crazy in the past and Senori didn’t want it to happen again.

Minor corrections: "The revelation that I had come to feel."

Fixed, as well as the other error.

Is it really all that much of a lie, though? They did have to learn some skills while surviving in the wild without Sai.

I guess that’s true, yeah.

Sai's behavior is once again a little disturbing, though. He's returning to normal but so slowly that he still seems out of sorts. Something feels off.

Is his behavior ever not disturbing?

That is indeed a little strange for Kuiora to back off willingly. It struck me right away.

She’s changed quite a bit.

I just noticed that you're using "utters" instead of the correct word for what a cow has, which are "udders." I didn't catch it the first time.

Well, I feel dumb. Fixed.

Unless you are referring to Miltank with the generic "him," that cannot be refused to refer to Miltank, as Miltank is a female-only species.

Oops.

Can you explain Senori's opinion regarding his new tail a bit more to me? I don't fully understand why he feels the way he does about it.

I wrote in the chapter that Senori’s clan appreciated the sentret tail. They “blessed” it because it was their main tool in tracking food and watching for predators at night. Senori was hoping to get rid of his tail so he would break his main connection to his old clan. He feels this way about his new tail because there’s nothing special about it at all. It’s just a normal furret tail that can’t help him do the things that he once cared to do for his clan.

Of course, there's something much deeper beneath the surface going on. I think there's enough to go on to make a clear guess as to what's going on with Sai, though I'll refrain from doing so for now. I have the feeling that something very important is going to happen soon.

I thought this chapter felt a lot like a return to form after the Absent Sai story arc. Those chapters weren't bad, but they felt vastly different than what came before them. This chapter felt like ones from before Sai ran away.
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A couple more important things have to happen soon and then we’ll be full force into the Sai story arc.

I would read my response to Sid87’s similar response to “this chapter felt a lot like a return to form”. It was done on purpose. Thanks for commenting as always~
 

diamondpearl876

Well-Known Member

SURVIVAL PROJECT
chapter 19 ; [RENNIO]
ephemeral


*​

I had been to small village, large villages, cities, towns that wished they were cities. I had been to the sea, the desert, the highest bridge in the world. I had gone from region to region. It was all the same when you thought you could die at any moment, when you couldn't help but wonder what was wrong with you.

What could have been, what should have been. That was what my life consisted of. I was limited, when I wanted to be limitless. I no longer wanted to fear every threat that came my way. I no longer wanted to let Annie creep into my thoughts. I no longer wanted to let Ezrem's words make me think I had to accomplish something amazing.

What could I do about it? Well, I had already spent enough time learning about other people and pokémon. It was entirely another thing to learn from people and pokémon. Everyone came in and out of my life in such a wild, quick-paced fashion because they were meant to heal me in some way. It was finally time for someone to teach me to think differently about life.

I mostly thanked Senori for this. When Sai disappeared, I was crushed. I fretted over him day in and day out, wondering if he was okay. I thought it was like Annie's situation all over again. How could he do that to me, when we had just become partners? At least Senori helped me out. He told me I was having guilty delusions along with delusions of grandeur. I thought everything was my fault, yet I thought I was invincible. My reasoning: since such a terrible event occurred in my life, it simply couldn't happen again. Senori showed me that that was a lie. I had to accept that another terrible event happened. I had to accept that it didn't happen because of my lack of battling power.

Sai came back, and I was ecstatic. Even though he said we were going to the gym right away, I swear it didn't matter to me in that moment. And then, at the gym, Senori's fight inspired me. If he could find a way to escape his past, then so could I. I felt like I was home.

Home...

That was where Ezrem wanted to be.

I approached Sai about this. I had to find a way to get him there, once and for all.

This would be step one, the beginning of my change.

*

I woke up early the morning after the successful gym battle. I was full of energy and determination. Sai was awake too. I used this chance to talk to him, though he was murmuring to himself about something.

“Sai,” I whispered to him, since Senori was lying at his side with closed eyes.

He turned his head to look at me. “Yes, Elekid?”

“Won't you call me Rennio?” If he was going to listen to my thoughts and take them to heart, he had to know who I really was.

“I don't consider that your name,” he said plainly. “Did your old trainer give you that name?”

“Yeah,” I said, smiling at the positive memory of Annie. “That's why I want you to call me too. Especially if you're not going to give me another name...”

“It would be even worse to give you another name. You can call yourself what you want,” he said.

I allowed myself to change the subject. “I wanted to talk about me and Ezrem,” I said. “Our goals for the future...”

“The future?” Sai said. Annie always had had a goal in mind, but it seemed my two trainers were the exact opposite of each other.

“Yeah. Me and Ezrem have been looking for home. We really want to get there someday.”

“Where's home for you?”

“Unova. Rufflet are from Unova, and apparently so were elekid... once upon a time...”

“Oh,” Sai said, my statement having no effect on him. “I don't know where that is.”

“There are maps and ships and planes! Plenty of ways to get there,” I said in one breath.

“Why didn't you go there after your trainer died?”

“We're pokémon,” I said, my voice soft. He had stung me with his blunt choice of words. Did he have any social skills at all? “We can't do that by ourselves. That's why we need you.”

Sai thought for a moment. “So you want me to bring you to this Unova place, huh?”

“That's right! I'd do anything to go there! And so would Ezrem, if you'd let him be on the team,” I said. This conversation was invigorating, in a way.

“What would you do?”

“I'd... battle for you. Ezrem would, too, if you needed him,” I repeated. “I'll stop being a baby. I'll really try... and I've never even tried before—”

“Stop,” Sai interrupted. I froze. “You don't have to try for me. Either way, I can't fulfill your request.”

“Why not?” I said, my heart falling in my chest.

“I can't leave the region.”

“Why not?” I asked again.

“It's... complicated. If I left the region, people would hunt me down and do unimaginable things if they caught me...” Sai said. He lay down, seeming forlorn and desperate.

“So you'll never leave Johto?”

“No,” he said, “but maybe I can get you guys there. I can't make any promises.”

“That's good enough!” I said. Senori stirred in his sleep. I continued quietly, “I promise I'll fight for you from now on. We're leaving for the next town soon, right? I'll fight in a trainer battle. You'll see.”

But Sai wasn't impressed. “Like I said, you don't have to fight for me. In fact, you not fighting probably helps.”

“What? That doesn't make any sense...”

“I can't explain. But do what you want.”

“Okay.” I didn't push him any further. He was being mysterious and confusing as it was, and I had completed my goal, anyway.

He looked at me peculiarly after I stopped talking. Even when my eyes shifted back and forth between him and the room, he didn't look away. His eyes were a dark shade of blue. It almost made him look crazy, as if he were feeling intensely wound up inside. He seemed to be longing for something. That's the best way I can put it.

To break the silence, I asked, “Will you... feed me sometime? My old trainer used to feed me... It's been a long time since anyone's done that... I just want it done, for old time's sake, you know. I'm sorry if that's weird.”

At this, Sai laughed. “I feed you all the time. Every day, in fact. So I don't know what you're talking about.”

“Feeding me. Like… a baby.”

Sai chuckled again. “You aren't a baby, but maybe that could be your prize for fighting.”

I was satisfied with his answer. That would be my motivation to fight. “I have one last question,” I said.

“Go for it.”

“Why did you leave us? We were so worried about you...”

"...Senori said the same thing.”

“Because it's true.”

“I can't tell you,” he said. “I had... business to take care of. If I could have taken you guys along, I would have put you all in your pokéballs or something. Be glad you stayed where you were.”

“Why? Being a wild pokémon was no fun at all,” I said, shuddering at the idea.

“Maybe one day, you'll come with me, and you'll regret you ever did.”

And that was the end of our conversation. I understood my trainer even less now.

*

Our next destination was Ecruteak City. I was nervous as we set out because of a promise I didn't even have to keep. Sai walked quicker than he normally did, which didn't help.

“So, uh, why are we flying through the cities?” I asked him, trying to keep up the brisk pace. It wasn't working. The others were moving along just fine, though.

“We are flying through the cities because that's what I was ordered to do.”

I lagged slightly behind. I could afford it as long as I could see the group. Again, I compared Annie to Sai. Annie went on a journey because she wanted to. Sai was on a journey though he didn't want to be. Annie was a free spirit. Sai was tied down by... something. Someone. Yeah, that sounded about right. It didn't make things any clearer.

I went up to Senori and asked him how long they had been traveling.

“Maybe... three months? Four months?" Senori said after doing the math in his head.

“Do you know why he's going so fast?”

“No one knows. You're not alone.”

“Well—”

I bumped into Ezrem. I stumbled backward, mumbling that I was sorry, though he should have been watching what he was doing.

“Oops,” Ezrem said, grinning. “But really. I'm trying not to let your mind wander too far. It's too small and fragile to be out by itself, don't you think?”

“That's not very nice,” I said, huffing and crossing my arms.

“You're the baby,” Ezrem said. “Enough's gone wrong as it is. Don't try to bring any more drama into our lives.”

I didn't respond. Soon I would tell Ezrem about the talk I had with Sai. I would tell him how we were closer to home than we had been in years, since Annie never seemed like she was going to finish her journey. (I wouldn't have left, but Ezrem was another story.) He would be so thrilled, I just knew it! And after I told him, nothing would be able to bring his spirits down.

Things were quiet for a while after that. We kept going and only dared to speak up when we were hungry. Sai, being the good trainer that he was, fed us. He told us, however, that we should walk and eat at once, because we were running out of time. Dusk would start setting soon, he said. The sun was as bright as ever, but I listened anyway.

When dusk really did come, Ezrem approached me again.

He was about to say something when I said, “I told him about Unova and everything.”

He closed his beak and then opened it again. “I don't know if Unova is really home or not. I mean, rufflet live there and all—so did elekid—but who says we'll like it there?”

“Ezrem?” I was unsure of what he was saying. He was going to change his mind now?

“Home could be just about anywhere. We could take life for what it is and end up in a happy spot nonetheless. Do you get what I'm saying?”

“...So you want to give up the plan?”

“No. If we can get to Unova, we should go. I'm just saying I'm not as excited about it as I once was.”

I sighed in relief. I had only followed in his footsteps because he was so much smarter than me and because I was always lost on my own. If even he didn't know the path to success, I wouldn't stand a chance.

“Yeah...” I mumbled. “To get Sai to think about it, I told him I'd fight again.”

“You did?” Ezrem said, his eyes growing wide.

“I did,” I said, then added, “I meant it.”

“Then what am I focusing on my own self-pity for? Let's find a trainer!”

I didn't have the heart to tell him no. Truthfully, I didn't know if I was ready or not anymore. We had seen trainers pass by already and Sai hadn't spoken to any of them about a battle. Either he had forgotten, or he really thought fighting wasn't the best plan for me. I couldn't believe that. How else was I supposed to earn respect for my evolution line?

Ezrem ran up to several trainers. He pointed to them, then to Sai. Most of them blew him off, in a hurry to find shelter before the sun set completely. When he got tired of being ignored, he started kicking them in the shins. I couldn't help but laugh. That kind of behavior was so... Ezrem-like.

“Is that your rufflet?” one trainer said.

“No,” Sai said, “but he likes to follow me around. He wants me to battle you.”

“I can battle you,” the trainer said excitedly. “Let's make it interesting, okay? If I win, I get the rufflet. If I lose, you can keep him.”

Sai stared at the other trainer. Was he really going to use Ezrem as a bargaining tool? My heart raced. I definitely wasn't willing to participate anymore.

“I don't want to make bets today. Ask him,” Sai said.

“Tell him it's a deal. I have faith in Rennio!” Ezrem said.

I waved my arms at him frantically. “Ezrem, just because you're having an identity crisis doesn't mean you can gamble your life away!” I cried.

“He says okay,” Sai said.

“All right,” the boy said, licking his lips. “Let's do this.”

And so it started. While I was sweating profusely, Sai and the other boy took their positions, turning the surrounding clearing into an arena.

“Go, Arcanine!” the boy cried.

I wasn't mentally or physically prepared for my opponent. The pokémon resembled a dog that was at least three times my size. It had a cream-colored mane covering its neck, head and legs, along with random black stripes on its mostly orange body.

As a greeting, it growled.

“You've got to be kidding me,” I said weakly.

“I believe in you, Rennio!” Ezrem called from the sidelines. “What have you got to lose, anyway? Your life? You got that for free!”

I glared at him, ungrateful for his fake support. I tried not to let my thoughts succumb to death. Rennio has come back to the world, and whatever.

“Elekid,” Sai said, “show me what kind of moves you have, okay?”

“Right,” I said, putting myself into an intimidating stance. I couldn't back down now, though I wanted to crawl to Sai and beg him for forgiveness. I had gotten myself into this mess and it was up to me to get out of it. I would still have to smack Ezrem later for putting me and himself into such a life-threatening situation.

I ran at the arcanine, unsure of what attack I would use. It had been so long since I battled I apparently forgot the meaning of strategy. The dog crouched downward, opening its mouth to show off its fangs. I slid down on my knees, going under its head and landing underneath its belly. I felt somewhat safe here, but I kept on fighting. I kicked its underside with as much force as I could, causing the arcanine to yelp. I fled to my original spot before he could crush me in retaliation.

“That was my low kick attack,” I said, making sure Sai could hear me. Of course, this left an opening for the arcanine to attack me.

“Arcanine, use take down!” the boy called.

Before I knew it, I was crying out in pain, not expecting any sort of impact. I held my stomach, swaying back and forth, hoping the cradling motion would send the terrible sensation away.

“Don't talk to me!” Sai said. “Use any attack.”

I nodded. Sai enjoyed being a spectator, but at least he checked in here and there to keep everything controlled.

I continued using my low kick again, but the arcanine knew what to expect. Every time I got close, it hopped out of the way with extraordinary speed. I dodged its take down—but just barely, due to the combination of my opponent's size and my own nervousness.

Eventually I decided to stop playing games. I would use an attack that simply couldn't be avoided. As I focused my mind, I recalled what it was like to use my swift attack. I felt pure as I released a series of bright, solid stars toward the dog. The arcanine maneuvered around the volley of stars, but I shot so many of them that it got hit more and more often.

The arcanine growled again. I scolded myself, wondering why pokémon got aggravated during battles. It wasn't my fault, right? But the angrier the arcanine was, the more powerful its attacks would be... This battle wasn't over.

Apparently, Sai noticed this. “Use thundershock, Elekid!”

When I released a loud, crackling streak of lightning, I felt immensely grateful. I had done it. I had really done it—and by my own free will! It wasn't done for self-defense, and it wasn't done for the sake of doing it. I was in the middle of a real battle. I smiled as the electricity engulfed the arcanine.

The attack backfired. The arcanine had been underestimating me, and now it was going to unleash its fury.

“Arcanine, use flamethrower!” its trainer cried.

Flamethrower was the strongest fire-type attack anyone could use. And since the arcanine was a fire-type itself, it would be even worse. It was simple logic that even I, in my anxious state, could follow.

Fire.

I remembered Ezrem and I remembered I was the last elekid and I remembered instances in which I had seen hurt pokémon... None of these memories were pleasant, though I cherished Ezrem dearly.

The arcanine drew in a deep breath, and I swear it was grinning at me as it did so. Its head drew back, and when it burst forward, so did numerous flames. I stood there. I wasn't ready to die or be hurt... I still had so much to do...

“Rennio, you have to do something!” Ezrem cried, flapping his wings up and down. But he knew I wasn't going to do anything. He flapped his wings not to get my attention, but to fly over to me. He braced the flamethrower attack with one lone wing.

I watched as Ezrem was shrouded by the fire. It hurt me, as if I was the one being hit. I couldn't imagine what agony my friend was going through. The whole thing reminded me of Annie and the forest fire. It was as if the world conspired against us at all times.

When the attack ended, Ezrem shrieked. He hopped around like an imbecile, holding on to the wing that had taken the most damage.

“What's going on here?” the boy cried. “The rufflet wasn't supposed to battle! I can't believe this. You just hurt my shiny pokémon...”

"...Shiny?” Ezrem said, toppling over. I was probably the only one who could hear his muffled confusion.

“Battle's over,” Sai said, rushing over to us.

“Shiny?” Ezrem repeated. “That's what I am? That's why everyone's after me? Because I'm shiny?”

“I need to get him to a Pokémon Center,” Sai said, picking up Ezrem in his arms and holding him carefully.

“This isn't over yet! The bet is still on!”

“The bet is over! No one wins,” Sai said firmly. Without forfeiting his money he turned toward Goldenrod City, motioning for all of us to follow.

And so we went back to the city, with me being the farthest behind.

*

It took about an hour to get back to the Pokémon Center. Ezrem was shouting out indecipherable obscenities the entire time. I wasn't sure what being shiny meant, but evidently it was something special.

When Sai handed Ezrem over to the nurse, she asked what had happened.

“We ran into a tough pokémon,” was all Sai said, his head drooping low. He was out of breath, but was doing a good job at not letting it show.

“My goodness,” she said. “It looks like he got burnt. I'll have to take a closer look at him. Please wait in the lobby, and I'll come get you as soon as I have more information.”

“Thank you.”

The running, the encounter with the nurse, the waiting... It all went by like a blur to me. I had gotten Ezrem hurt, badly so. I hadn't meant to, I really hadn't. My fear of death was supposed to be my problem, not his! He shouldn't have run into the arena so selflessly. He shouldn't have taken the blow for me. It should have been me who got burnt. At least he was alive. Still, I was overcome by guilt.

“It's okay...” Sai said, noticing this. He pat my shoulder. “Rennio, you did a good job,” he added.

“Rennio...” I said to myself. Sai had said my actual name.

I started crying, both from happiness and sadness. Until now, I hadn’t thought such a thing was possible.
 
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Sorry it took me so long pair. <3!

Sometimes, I thought that life was defined by the distance between what you wanted and what you needed.

Wonderful way to open a chapter. Really sets the tone

I would be getting rid of my tail.

ARGH! I hate that I saw your banner before it actually happened!

Ezrem said, now pulling on the elekid’s arm, making him panic in retaliation.

Retaliation read really weird for me. Such a combative word, and even though Ezrem is grabbing him, I feel like a word like response would read better

This time, afterimages of the tiny clefairy were present every time the fairy grew a little bigger.

Very nice description of the effects of minimize. I certainly wouldn't have portrayed it that way, but it works better than anything I could have come up with. It's almost like the game if I remember correctly. The shrinking, then a flash of multiple outlines. Though I could be wrong. Anyway, nicely done

“If I lose, then you’ll have witnessed the single most unlikely thing to ever happen,” I said, grinning

Sounds like something Dorian would say lol

“Okay, Miltank, I think it’s time for your signature move. Rollout!” Whitney commanded, and all hints of her crying self were gone.

Your version of Whitney seems pretty preachy, so it works I guess. Ordinarily though, I'd advise against using such a long sentence in the middle of battle. You dig?

my old body was old news.

For some reason, not only does this perfectly describe evolution from a Pokemon's POV, but it's my favorite sentence in the chapter. awesome

“Use a new attack or something, Senori!” Sai said.

LOL, I can see a normal, inexperienced trainer saying something like that, but with Sai, it means so much more than confusion and excitement to me. It goes to show that once again, he's out of his element, and has only the slightest idea what he doing. I may be out of sorts here, but that sentence really showed me more of Sai.

Chapter 19

when you couldn’t help but wonder what was wrong with you

You're such an annoyingly amazing writer, you know that? Anyway, the portion I quoted is something I feel like any person could sympathize with, and I really responded to it

I thought it was the Annie situation all over again, except without the fire!

Feels like an odd place for an exclamation point. read weird to me

Plenty of transportation modes!”

That made me lol

“It’s complicated. I have—had—people following me… If I left the region, surely they would hunt me down until the end of time… and do unimaginable things…”

The pauses really added to the gravity of what Sai was talking about, so good job on that. I'm not sure if this is the second, or third time you've mentioned that Sai thinks people are following him, but it's infuriatingly mysterious, and I really, really like it

“Maybe one day, you’ll come with me, and you’ll regret you ever did.”

I still say he's a ****ing robot and needed his electricity fix, but whatever, I'm just going to go sit and play with my theories in the corner

because that’s what I was ordered to do.”

There it is again. NVM, I forgot that you had a bachelor's in being cryptic haha

“Ezrem, just because you’re have an identity crisis doesn’t mean that you can gamble your life away!”

That line struck me as so sad for some reason

I continued trying to run under the arcanine and using low kicks, but this time, the dog knew what to expect.

I really can't imagine a worse opponent for Rennio. Really though, that sounds awful. The expression and words he used when it happened were spot on and it gave a perfect peek into his mind and emotions. You should be proud of that

“Shiny?” Ezrem repeated. “That’s what I am? That’s why everyone’s after me? Because I’m shiny?

Thank god, I was hoping he'd get to it soon, so this is a real relief lol

Hmm, yeah, two great chapters as usual. The one with Senori expanded on some theories I had about him in a surprisingly touching way, and I've felt like evolution was something that was due for him, so I was quite pleased by that. You lead up to it really casually and naturally too, which is something that can be quite hard to do. With chapter 19, the biggest standout for me was Ezrem's realization about his shiny status, which is apt to inspire all sorts of even more awfulness from him that he already has. It's off, even though the chapter was Rennio based, I found myself examining the other characters more. Interesting

Anyway, awesome job as usual, and I look forward to the next chapter :)
 
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