#rodrigochesnaught

[thetakenpokemon]

Act 2 - Meeting the Seer

[PoV: Rinako]

Having a stomach full of garlic cheese bread makes the world a happier place, or at least for me at the moment. After I ate my fill to the food Rodrigo got for me at the inn, the two of us made our way out.

The Chesnaught is currently in the lead, since he’s the only one who knows where this seer is after all.

I really do hope that this meeting will work out for me, since I’m...awfully sick of these nightmares. I’m seriously missing out on sleep because of it, not to mention the fact that it infuriates me since I have no idea on why I’m having them to begin with.

Endless deserts... The sun and stars dying... Landscapes changing into wastelands... A mysterious monster that kills me...

I don’t even know where it’s coming from. I can’t think of anything that would cause dreams like this and it’s driving me crazy.

If this visit doesn’t do anything, I don’t know what options I’ll have left. There’s always Vedika, but at the same time I’d rather continue on with these nightmares than gain new ones from whatever spell she’ll cast on m-

I stop myself - literally, specifically because Rodrigo halted himself in front of me. It’s a good thing I caught myself too, otherwise I would’ve probably impaled myself on his back spikes.

“Here we are!” The Chesnaught says joyfully, gesturing to the place all the while oblivious that his sudden stop might’ve caused serious injury.

Letting out a quiet huff at him I then turn my gaze to the building ahead of him, only to find myself squinting since it doesn't look very...special? It pretty much just looks like a small hut. The only thing indicating that a seer is here is a small wooden sign that says ‘Seer of Knocksville’ in blue painted letters.

“Doesn’t...look very impressive.” I say skeptically.

Rodrigo shrugs his shoulders. “Perhaps, but we’re not here to judge the appearance. We’re here to get these nightmares taken care of, eh?” He gestures for me to follow. “Let’s go inside.”

He immediately goes and opens the door, yet due to its size he’s forced to squat down somewhat to enter without hitting his head on the frame. I still eye the place dubiously, but after letting out a soft sigh I follow him in.

Once inside, the first thing I take note is the dim lighting and the peculiar scent that surrounds the interior. Probably the reason for this is because of the various candles, each of them releasing some sort of soothing smell that remind me of wild flowers. All sorts of trinkets line the walls and hang from the ceiling, their uses completely beyond me.

Across the room is a doorway, yet in place of a door is instead a curtain of multi-colored fabric. The second I close the entrance door behind me the curtains part, and in steps who I can only assume is this seer.

“Ahh, visitors.” He says in a cheerful yet quiet tone. “I presume that you are here for my services, no?”

He’s a Gothitelle of average height and build I would expect on his species, yet what really stands out about him are the flowing purple robes with blue bows on them. His black hair is tied into a short ponytail, and around his eyes is a blue eyeliner that matches the bows on his robes.

Rodrigo grins. “Indeed! And this only means that you are Travis, the seer that runs this place?”

I blink.

Travis? What kind of seer is named Travis of all things?

He nods his head. “Indeed, I am he.” The Gothitelle clasps his hands together. “What is it that I may aid you in? Do you wish for your future to be read? Perhaps a charm to ail a sickness?”

I...do know that some Gothitelle possess the power to see into the future by drawing power from the stars, but I’m not sure if this guy is one of them. He...seems to give off an air of superstition, like he doesn’t seem like he’s the real deal.

Although still VERY skeptical, I decide to speak up since I want to get straight to the point in terms of why I’m here. “I’ve been...experiencing some unusual nightmares lately.” I say, drawing his attention.

He looks at me. “Nightmares?” He repeats. “I assume that you wish for me to rid of them, no?” He gestures to several hoops hanging from the ceiling. “I have many a dream catch-”

“ Although I do wish for my nightmares to go away, there’s something more to them.” I interrupt him. “I keep getting the same one every night, yet it isn’t related to anything that I can think of.”

He didn’t show any sort of discontent when I interrupted him, if anything he actually looks surprised now. “Repeat...nightmares?” His thin brows furrow. “Indeed, that is a concern. Such dreams may be a vision.”

Now that...I don’t find to be difficult to believe. Same dream over and over? Yeah, it has to be something.

“So you can assist her?” Rodrigo asks.

Travis nods his head. “Indeed. Come.” He turns and beckons for us to follow as he parts the curtain, entering the room he was in.

The two of us follow the Gothitelle into the room - or at least the best Rodrigo could due to his size, and once we’re all in we immediately discover that it’s actually quite spacious.

The room looks like it’s a place where Travis both sleeps and ‘works’, seeing the bed in the corner as well as a large table and couch. On said table is a crystal ball - to my chagrin - and the couch seems to be designed for people to lay on.

He gestures me towards the couch. “One of greatest ways to discern a dream’s meaning is to tap into it, to completely let it unfold so that all of it is laid out to bare.” He sits down on a chair adjacent to the couch. “Although I am unable to see the dream for myself, I can assist you in discerning its meaning.”

I frown at the prospect of experiencing the dream again, yet there’s another part he said that I’m very skeptical of. “You say...let it unfold?” I look at him unsurely. “What is it you mean by those words?”

“I am opening your mind completely to the dream.” He responds in a patient tone. “You will experience it far differently than your past nightmares, for you will see it for all it is. This will allow you to discern its meaning.” He rests the palms of his purple hands on his lap.

“And this is the first step?” Rodrigo speaks up. “This won’t rid her of said nightmares?”

Travis shakes his head. “It will not. That will be another service I will assist you with afterwords.”

The Chesnaught nods his head at this before reaching for his belt - where he keeps his money-sack. “Very well. And how much will your service charge?”

The Gothitelle waves his hand. “That matters little as of now. I will tell you after we are finished.” He looks at me again. “As for you, rest yourself on the furniture before me. We must prepare.”

...

Well... Better this than nothing.

With another sigh I lay down on the couch as he requests, doing my best to get comfortable.

Travis smiles softly at me. “Good. Now...I must ask you to close your eyes, then I shall place a spell on you to bring you unto a deep sleep. Worry not, for this will last shortly. Once you have seen all that is to be seen, you shall awaken.” He cups his hands together, a soft purple glow emanating from them. “Are you ready?”

I close my eyes, mentally preparing myself for the nightmare that will come. “I’m...ready.” I say in an almost reluctant tone.

“Good...” He mutters. Through my closed eyelids I see a purple glow, and the glow starts to intensify...

...

...and then...

...I feel myself lose consciousness.

...

...and then everything changed.

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[Continued from here!] @starryeyedseer

[PoV: Rodrigo]

I couldn’t help but laugh again, but this time at the way she addressed me. “Sir Rodrigo? Come now! There’s no need for such formalities, we’re in good company after all!” I lean down and give her a tiny nudge with the plate covering my elbow, my friendly grin never wavering. “A simple ‘Rodrigo’ works quite fine, my friend. Besides, calling me ‘sir’ makes me feel even older.” I follow this with a playful wink, or is it considered a blink since I only have one eye? Heh, I’ll figure it out later.

Straightening myself back up I continue to chuckle. “And I shall take your compliment gladly, I’d certainly like to think of myself as a ‘confident and friendly fellow’ and hearing you confirm my thoughts gladdens me immensely.” I give her a sharp nod. “Not to mention you’re indeed correct, since no story requires a battle in order to be interesting. One could simply be living a quiet life and still have loads of tales, the only uninteresting thing is the way you tell it.” I tap the side of my head with a finger, giving her a knowing look. “And let me tell you, I’ve also made several uninteresting situations become interesting by simply having fun with the story-telling~”

When I saw her purple cheeks take on a darker shade from my compliment on her dress, my grin threatened to widen further. “If your grandmother made that dress, then I give my utmost respect to her. She is truly an artisan at her craft, and you make it shine even further with your complimentary stunning looks.” I give her a giant thumbs up. “If there’s such thing as a ‘clothing soulmate’, then I’d say that you’ve found it!”

If Rinako were here, she’d probably chuckle at my comment about ‘clothing soulmates’. Not that I’d blame her, since the concept is certainly amusing when you think about it.

I fold my hands behind my back, my smile relaxing. I listen to her answer my other question and I couldn’t help but perk an eyebrow at her response. “Unova? I don’t think I’ve heard of that place before, I assume it’s a sort of country or contine-” I stop as realization strikes me. “Ah! THAT Unova! Well then, it appears my deteriorating memory strikes again.” I shake my head, chuckling some more. “Still, I’ve never visited that place before even though I’ve heard several good things about it. It’s one of those regions where Pokemon and Humans live together, correct?”

My single eye glances around the rural town we’re in before focusing my attention back at her. “As for this place? Nope! I actually come from a more faraway town, although it’s not quite as nice as this place.” I scratch my chin for a brief moment. “However it’s quite charming, even though it lacks a lot of things such as electricity. It’s one of the more ‘old-fashioned’ places, who’d much rather live without modern technology.” I shrug my shoulders. “I don’t share their ideals, since things like appliances makes life quite easier and convenient.”

I stop again, realizing that I didn’t even answer her question on what this place is anyways. “Oh! And the name of the town is...Woodwick?” I pause for a third time, recalling the name before nodding slowly. “Yes...Woodwick, I’ve only been here briefly so the name hasn’t stuck with me yet. But that’s the name of this place.” I shake my head. “Heh, forgive this old fool for his scatterbrain-ness.” 

[thetakenpokemon]

Act 2 - Dream of Realization

[PoV: Rinako]

Tiye continues to smile at me, her face tilting upwards as she gazes into my eyes. “It is clear to me that you are surprised of this knowledge.” She says in a knowing tone. “I've expected it.”

I mean...it’s kinda obvious, since she’s a Queen who’s been dead for over 600 years. Of course I’m gonna be surprised!

But regardless... Even though I do have countless questions, none of them are really important compared to a big few. More specifically is the fact that I’m dreaming of her and I have absolutely no idea on why.

“Indeed I’m...definitely quite surprised.” I start, looking at her unsurely. “But that begs the question, why are you here?” I remember another thing she said. “And you said you were waiting for me. Why is that?”

She lowers her chin, her amber eyes seemingly glowing despite the dimness of this temple. “To warn you.” She answers, her not once wavering.

I feel a cold sweat trickle down my brow, in which I start to wipe it with the back of my palm - only to realize that my blades are still out. Wincing internally I sheath my weapons and wipe off said sweat, my uncertain expression growing even more uncertain. “To...warn me?” I repeat slowly. “To warn me of what?”

The Lucario approaches me and places a hand on my shoulder. “Walk with me, Rinako.” She says.

Although I technically did have I choice, a large part of me felt like I really didn’t. Without objecting I let her guide me with her side, the two of us walking out of the temple.

The moment we stepped out, I feel my body beginning to tense.

The countless rolling dunes of sand? Gone.

The familiar foreboding wasteland takes its place. Rock and metal stretch as far as I can see, numerous spires jutting into the air like unnatural landmarks. Above me the sky is completely black, no sign of sun nor stars.

“My home is in danger.” Tiye continues. “My people do not know it, but something dark is threatening our land.” Her smile slowly shifts away, turning into a grimace. “If nothing is done, they will all perish.”

I bite my lip, the fact that I’m looking at this landscape is putting me severally on edge. “By your home, I can only assume that you mean Venhara.” I say quietly, my gaze frozen on the horrible wasteland. “You say that it’s something dark, yet...do you know what it is?”

“I know not of what entity is bearing down upon my land.” She says with a shake of her head. “But their presence alone is sending tremors throughout the veils. Subtle tremors, but ones I felt nonetheless.”

I eventually look at her, one big question forming on my mind. “Why tell this to me?” I ask her. “I don’t have any sort of association with Venhara. If this is happening, shouldn’t you tell the current Queen?” Of course that’s assuming she hasn’t already, but that’s just an assumption.

She looks back at me. “It’s because they are not the ones who need this knowledge.” She places a hand on my chest. “It is you who must know this.”

I wince the moment she touched me there. Even though the atmosphere is rather dire, the touch is still a little too intimate for my taste. After I brush her hand off me I turn to her fully, my eyes narrowing as I fully process what she said. “Me?” I repeat. “I ask again. Why me?”

Tiye takes a step back, crossing her arms. “You are the one that can stop this.” She says simply.

I feel my jaw drop. “Stop this?!” I pretty much squawk. “How?!”

The Queen shrugs, much to my irritation. “I do not know, but the forces all point to you, dear Rinako. I implore you to stop whatever will bring this cruel fate to my land, to save my people.”

She slowly falls to her knees, her head bowing to me. “Please.” She finishes, her tone growing incredibly soft. “Please save my people.”

I’m...at a loss for words, needless to say.

Dream or not, one of the Queens of Venhara is kneeling down at me, and it doesn’t take an idiot to know that she’s...begging.

...

I...don’t know what the hell is happening, or why I’m the one to contact out of everyone. I’m just a mercenary working with a group of companions, making a living through hunting down people. I’m definitely no hero, or at least by standards this large.

But...what can I say to her? Tell her no?

...

I grit my teeth and rub the side of my head, feeling frustration sink in the longer she’s kneeling there.

...

You know what? Damn it all.

“I will try.” I finally say, sighing deeply.

Tiye looks up at me, her smile returning. “Thank you, Rinako.”

I shake my head slightly. “I won’t guarantee anything.” I tell her. “But I will do my best to figure out what’s happening, and...try to stop it with the best of my ability.” Something of this large scale? I doubt I’ll do anything to it, but...I’ll try something.

I cross my arms, feeling a confident smile form on my lips. “You have my word.”

Whatever confidence I’m feeling right now immediately deflates the second I...hear something in the distance.

A familiar, bone-chilling sound...

Oh no...

Tiye grabs my wrist. “Hurry, Rinako. Time is at the essence.” Her eyes start shining like brilliant lights, and my vision starts to blur...

“It is time for you to awaken, oh savior mine.”

My eyes shoot open and my body jolts up, my breaths heavy and ragged.

“She has awakened.” Travis states, the Gothitelle looking at me calmly.

Yeah, no shit...

Rodrigo is already next to me. “Rinako! Are you alright?” He asks me, his voice urgent. “What did you see?”

I’m still processing everything... The walk to the temple, the conversation with Tiye, the wasteland, that sound again...

All of it may have been a dream, but now I know that it’s more than that. It’s a vision, a vision meant for me. I don’t know why I was the one to receive it out of all of the other more-qualified people, but I’ll accept it.

And with this newfound enlightenment, I feel a powerful resolve fill my body.

“I need to go to Venhara.” I say aloud, my eyes narrowing with determination.

A silence befalls the room.

“Uh... Speak again?” Rodrigo eventually says.

Ah... Looks like I have a lot of explaining to do...

[thetakenpokemon]

Interlude II - Finding a Solution for Unsolved Dreams

[PoV: Rinako]

After making sure that my attire is at least somewhat properly in place, I proceed to make my way out of the room I’m staying in.

My mind is in a sleep-deprived haze, my movements sluggish and eyelids heavy. I walk down the tiny hall of the inn almost mindlessly, paying no need to...anything really.

The past several nights have been filled with nothing but the same exact nightmare, time after time...

I tread through a vast desert, the desert becomes replaced with a barren wasteland, the sun and stars burn out, and then...I reach that triangular structure that contains that...thing.

That monster.

And I always die in the end...

To get the same dream over and over has to mean something, especially when it doesn’t involve anything I’m familiar with. Something is happening or going to happen, and that dream is the sign.

Or...at least I think it is...

But regardless, what...am I supposed to make of it?

I let out a low groan and rub my forehead, knowing that there’s no chance I’m going to get anywhere in my current state. I need eat something and try to waken myself, since I can properly figure things out when my mind is clearer.

Taking the staircase down I reach the first floor of the inn, which also doubles as a pub. The activity of the place is relatively tame, meaning I’ve either arrived before or after lunch hour.

I silently curse at myself for forgetting to check the clock in my room, since as of currently I have no idea what time it is right now.

Sitting at one of the tables is Rodrigo, his hulking frame being easy for me to spot despite my sluggish state. He spies me at the staircase and waves me over, in which I eventually comply after registering his motions.

“Hello there Rinako! I was wondering when you’d wake up.” He chuckles, gesturing to the seat opposite him.

With a quiet grumble I take the seat and let my head fall onto the table, the smooth cool wood feeling nice on the skin of my forehead.

“Didn’t sleep well?” He asks me, his voice betraying his concern.

I simply look up at him, letting him see the dark bags under my eyes.

“Well...that answers my question...” He says slowly before crossing his arms, his single eye narrowing slightly. “Nightmares?”

I nod my head slowly before resting my head back onto the table. “Yes...” I mumble quietly. “And I’ve been getting the same one over and over again...”

I hear the sound of movement following with a new voice. “Can I get you anything?”

Rodrigo quickly speaks up in place of me, in which I’m rather thankful for. “She’d like some ice water please.” He says to what I assume is one of the waiters here. “And a platter of cheese bread too.”

As I hear the sounds of the waiter walking off Rodrigo starts talking to me again. “I didn’t quite catch what you said Rinako, with your voice being quiet and your head planted on the table. Could you repeat it?”

I let out a sigh and lift my head up, propping my chin onto a hand to hold myself up. “I’ve been having the same nightmare for the past four days.” I tell him, making him pause.

“The same...nightmare?” He repeats slowly.

I nod my head, my tired face contorting with irritation. “And what’s worse is that I have no idea what it means. It’s just the same thing over and over again, except nothing is familiar about it.” My chin slips out from under my hand and my head hits the table again, in which I let out a low groan of exhaustion and pain.

Rodrigo starts to speak, but I talk over him. “It’s not based off of anything in my memory. It’s not something caused from some sort of fear or trauma..."

I feel the weight shift on the table, probably Rodrigo resting his arms on it. “What exactly is happening in these nightmares?”

I lift my head up and cross my arms onto the table, in which I then perch my head onto them to give me a small bit of elevation. “I’m just...walking through a seemingly endless desert, the kind with giant sand dunes...”

Rodrigo nods his head, gesturing for me to continue.

I let out a sigh, my tired frown turning into one of apprehension. “Then...the desert suddenly turns into a sort of wasteland, made of smooth rock. There’s...a bunch of spire-like things jutting out of it.”

The Chesnaught’s face becomes unsure.

“And...” I continue. “Eventually I reach this gigantic triangular...building, or something. It’s like a big entrance that leads down into the earth, and I can’t see anything inside it.” The image is way too clear in my mind when I recall it. “Then...suddenly the sky turns dark, as if the sun and stars burned out of existence.”

At this point Rodrigo is definitely unsure, and he opens his mouth to speak...but closes it when I continue to talk.

“That’s not the end of it.” I say darkly. “After that? I see something in that doorway. A bunch of red, glowing eyes that belong to a monster.” My hands clench into fists. “That...monster, it’s big. Judging from the height on where I saw its eyes, it towers over pretty much anything and anyone that I know of.. But...that’s not the worst of it. It lets out a distorted scream, and then it creates this flash of light from what I think is hands and I...” I stop, suddenly finding myself feel unsure on what to say.

My silence only lasted for a few moments, however. “I...would say that I died, but...it seemed worse than that. Like I just...stopped existing.” I let out another sigh and close my eyes. “And then I would get the dream again the next day, and the day after that, and the day after that...”

Rodrigo leans back in his chair, despite it being designed to fit larger Pokemon it still creaked underneath his bulk. His expression is contemplative, showing me that he didn’t know what to make of it either. “Just to be clear...” He says slowly, his expression still thoughtful. “Nothing in that dream seems familiar to you?”

I shake my head slowly. “Nothing...” I respond tiredly.

He nods his head slowly. “Hmm...” He hums to himself. “In this case? I think you need to see someone.”

I look up at him slightly. “Like a doctor?”

Rodrigo lets out a snort. “In this area? Unlikely.” He glances to the entrance of the inn, looking outside. “This village is lucky enough to have clocks here, so I don’t think we’d find a doctor. Or at least someone possessing skills in modern medicine.” He shakes his head slightly. “What we need is a seer.”

Hearing this makes me perk up, the tight grasp of exhaustion immediately releasing its hold on my mind. “A seer?” I repeat, feeling dread well in my chest. “Like Vedika?”

The Chesnaught lets out a sharp laugh. “Oh DEFINITELY not! Vedika is a wielder of black magic! She’s no seer!”

Hearing this makes me relax, since the last thing I want is Vedika tampering with me. “Then...where will we find a seer? I doubt this place has one.”

“Ohh don’t be so quick in that assumption.” He grins at me, his single eye twinkling. “There’s actually a seer that lives in this quaint little village, and they don’t charge much for their services from what I’ve heard.”

I fully sit up on my chair for the first time since I’ve sat down. “So...we should head there right now then, to get this over with.” As much as I’m feeling slightly skeptical, I’m willing to do anything if it means I can rid myself of these nightmares. That and discern its meaning.

“Not so fast, Rinkao.” Rodrigo chuckles. “There’s still something else to be taken care of.”

I blink. “And...what would that be?”

At this moment the waiter returns, with a full cup of water as well as a steaming platter of cheese bread.

“Here you go.” They say with a smile, setting the hot plate down on the table. “Enjoy your meal!”

With that they walk away, leaving the food in front of me.

The moment the smell hits my nose I feel my mouth salivating, just now realizing that I haven’t eaten anything yet.

I must’ve looked like a starving Lycanroc, since Rodrigo laughs. “Eat! THEN we’ll see this seer.”

I didn’t need to be told twice.

[thetakenpokemon]

Interlude II - Break From the Work Scene

[Location: Unknown Town - Unknown Pub] [PoV: Valence]

“Wait, so we’re not taking another job?” I ask Rodrigo, who is sitting beside me.

“I’d say not.” He chuckles, taking a bite of melted cheese bread. The strands of cheddar and mozzarella drip from the bread, catching on the fur under his chin. “We’ve made more than enough from the past four bounties, it’s about time we stop our hunting and take a little R & R.”

Upon hearing this I feel my mouth wide into a full-blown grin. “Hell yeah!” I laugh. “’Bout time I say, I was starting to forget what relaxing feels like.”

Normally I wouldn’t swear when Artemisia is around, but thankfully she and the others are currently away, doing their own thing in the town we’re in.

Heh, so far I’m still managing to do a good job avoiding her..

I lean on my hand, pulling out another peppermint stick and sucking on its end. “Any places in mind?”

Rodrigo shrugs. “None as of currently. However first it would be best to discuss with the others, in case they wish to return back to their homes or families.”

Oh yeah, that’s a thing.

Once the candy I’ve been sucking on softens enough I take a bite, the sweet pepperminty taste filling my mouth as I crunch on it. “I hope we don’t go to any cities.” I say, still chewing. “Hanara City was enough to last me for more than a life-time.”

“It wasn’t that bad.” He says while rolling his eye, finishing his bread.

I cross my arms, the peppermint stick poking out of my lips. “Yeah, to you at least. You know I don’t like the city life.” Thinking of all the loud noises makes me cringe slightly. “It’s just way too overwhelming, I prefer when things are quieter, like a candy store during the slow hours.”

“I’m not surprised to hear you use that analogy.” Rodrigo chuckles. “But I’ll keep that in mind when I speak with the others on the matter, but they have their own opinions on the matter as well.”

“Except for Vedika.” I mutter under my breath, too low for Rodrigo to hear. “Her opinions are either fucked up or she doesn’t give a fuck to begin with.”

“What was that?” He asks, giving me an incredulous look.

“Nothing.” I say nonchalantly, leaning back in my chair.

“Right...” He says slowly, not believing me. However he doesn’t push the matter, instead focusing on digging into another slice of cheese bread.

Since our conversation is kinda over I let my gaze drift lazily around the pub. The place itself isn’t very crowded at the moment, mostly since it’s currently after lunch-hours.

Besides me and Rodrigo there aren’t really any interesting characters, just a few Pokemon wearing various kinda of clothing and conversing with one another. One particular table catches my eye though, specifically the person sitting there.

It’s kinda hard to see all of the details from where I’m sitting, but the guy is wearing...quite a lot of clothes actually. Almost as much as me even, if not more so.

He seems to be wearing some kind of hooded cape? The cape itself isn’t quite interesting, but the hood has some rather interesting red markings on there. The outfit underneath that looks like it’s made of leather or brown cloth, which covers his entire body. I can see a blue reptilian tail poking out from his cape as well as a yellow horn from his hood, which is making it even more difficult to tell his species.

Regardless, something about him just screams ‘bounty hunter’, or at least one of the more self-absorbed kind.

You know what? I’m gonna check him out.

“I’ll be right back.” I tell Rodrigo, getting up from my chair. Without waiting for the Chesnaught’s response I make my way over to the guy I was eyeing.

“Hey.” I say, getting the guy’s attention.

He turns to gaze at me, which gives me a good look of his face. To my surprise he’s actually a Scrafty with some strong Samurott genes, seeing his blue lizard-like face combined with the horn. He looks at me with narrowed eyes, looking at me with suspicion.

“Can I help ya?” He asks in a somewhat disgruntled voice, his accent being something I can’t quite place. It’s sound a little like that Magmar farmer’s, but a bit more...’distinct’.

Without even asking his permission I pull up a chair and sit down at his table. He grimaces at this, his irritation growing more apparent.

Course I don’t intend to fully irritate the guy, since I’m above that sort of stuff. Well, mostly. However that wasn’t the main reason as to why I’m here to begin with.

“You a bounty hunter?” I ask him out of the blue, making him stop.

“...Yeah?” He says uncertainly, eyeing me skeptically. “How’d ya know?”

I lean back in my chair and grin, taking another bite out of my peppermint stick. “Think of it as a bounty hunter’s intuition, I saw you and immediately noticed the signs.”

This makes him lean back slightly. “So ya’re a bounty hunter too, eh?”

I nod my head. “Yup, what I said.” I take the last bite out of my peppermint stick, finishing it off. “Not gonna lie? You seemed kinda familiar, or at least you have a sort of appearance that’s recognizable.” I extend one of my hands towards him. “The name’s Valence by the way.”

Upon hearing me say that he seems kinda familiar he quickly grins. “Heh, I guess mah reputation does get quite around.” He accepts my offer and gives my extended hand a firm shake. “The name’s Shadowjack, now does it become clear?”

I feel myself stop when the name hits my ears.

“Shadowjack?” I repeat.

“Yeah.” He nods, grinning with satisfaction. “One of the best bounty hunters ‘round these parts. Now you know why ah seem familiar, eh?”

My expression grows flat. “Never heard of you.”

This makes him snap out of whatever prideful feeling he was in. “Wha-?”

I nod my head. “Yup, never heard of you at all.” I tilt my head slightly, cocking an eyebrow. “And what kind of name is Shadowjack? That can’t be your real name.”

At this his eyes narrow again. “It’s my name, that’s why I gave it ta’ ya.”

I couldn’t help but chuckle. “That’s not your name, c’mon man. I know everyone is all about those nicknames to make themselves cooler, but it’s kinda ridiculous though.”

A low growl escapes from him. “My name is Shadowjack, whatever thought ya thinkin’ of won’t change a thing.”

“Yeah and my name is Twilight Sparkle.” I comment snidely. “But fine, I’ll call you Shadowjack if it’ll make you feel better.”

His gloved hands clench into fists. “If tha’ only reason for ya comin’ here is ta’ make fun of my name, then I’ll kindly ask ya ta’ leave.”

Huh, even though it wasn’t intentionally I guess I really did intend to fully irritate the guy. Kinda funny how things change on the fly.

But then again I can’t really blame myself, since...well...

...who the hell names themselves Shadowjack?

Like c’mon, that can’t be his real name. If it is then I feel very bad for him, since parents like that really shouldn’t be having children. I mean seriously, that sort of stuff is just asking for your kid to get beaten up.

Another growl fills the air, snapping me out of my thoughts. However this time it isn’t from the Scrafty guy, but instead from my stomach.

Damn, guess peppermint sticks don’t really fill you up after all.

“Hey waiter!” I shout, getting the attention of one of said people. “I’d like an order of that cheese bread platter!”

A second growl fills the air, but THIS time coming from the Scrafty again. “Why...are ya still here...?” He hisses.

I glance over at him, noticing his narrowed eyes and that his hands are right next to his Seamitars.

You know what? The guy looks like he needs some food. You tend to be a bit grabby with your weapons if you’re hungry.

I know this from experience.

“Actually, make that two platters.” I correct myself, in which the waiter nods uncertainly.

What? I’m a generous guy when I want to be, the guy looks like he needs something in his stomach to get over the fact that his parents named him Shadowjack.

And let me tell you, nothing is better than filling your stomach with delicious cheese bread. Rodrigo definitely had the right idea.

“You can thank me later.” I say to the Scrafty, grinning.

He grits his teeth in response.

[thetakenpokemon]

Act 3 - Close Encounter

[PoV: Valence]

I keep myself next to Rodrigo, my gaze occasionally darting back behind me...at Artemisia.

We’ve been on the hunt for this hybrid for several days now, and luckily his tracks are actually fairly easy to find and distinguish from the terrain. However during this time I had to spend every moment to not let Artemisia get close to me, so we don’t have that...’talk’.

Currently she’s talking with the Gothitelle from that guild, however I can see her looking at me every so often.

I take a deep breath through my nose and turn away, shuddering.

“You can’t avoid her forever, Valence.” Rodrigo speaks up, his single eye looking down at me. “You can’t use me as a shield forever either.”

I cross my arms over my chest and grit my teeth. “Just watch me.” I growl.

His eyebrows furrow. “I’m being serious, Valence. You two will need to work things out, since this sort of tension can’t stay here.” He shakes his head. “You WILL need to talk to her.”

“Like hell I will.” I respond back sharply. “I’ve had to deal with her enough, the last thing I need is to get into another lecture or scolding.” I look up at the Chesnaught, glaring at him. “Do you honestly think she’ll even listen to me? That she’ll give me a chance to properly explain myself?”

“Well-” He starts but stops himself, a contemplative look replacing his expression.

“Yeah...that’s what I thought.” I mutter, averting my gaze from him. “She’ll never give me a chance, and even if she did...it won’t last. She’ll always treat me like some kid, even though I’m anything but.” That and she’ll always be a complete psychopath, however I didn’t say that particular sentence out loud.

An uncomfortable silence falls over us as we walk, but for me...I feel my mood growing worse. Several nasty thoughts pass through my mind, consisting of hurtful words and sentences I would like to shout at Artemisia. But of course I’d never say them to her, out of fear of what she might do.

Thankfully...the thought-process is quickly shattered by Rinako speaking up.

“I’ve found something.” The Medicham hybrid says, walking over to one of the trees. On its bark lays a scorched slash mark, the wood around it blackened from what may have been intense heat. She feels its surface with her fingers, her expression thoughtful. “Although I haven’t  seen the hybrid with my own two eyes...” She turns her gaze to the rest of us. “...I believe this may be his work.”

Richmond snaps his book closed and tucks it under his arm, adjusting his glasses on his face he approaches the tree. He eyes it for a few moments before nodding. “This was certainly left by the hybrid.” He agrees.

Rinako looks back at the mark, her eyes narrowing. “It looks fresh, so the hybrid must be near.”

“Hey, I found more!” Another voice speaks up, and our eyes turn to the other Medicham hybrid that joined our group. The one dubbed ‘Dahlia’ is currently standing a good ways away, however near her are numerous trees showing the same marks. “It appears that ugly seems to have some anger issues.”

The Gothitelle named ‘Aster’ approaches Dahlia and examines the these markings. “These marks appear to contain no precision or thought, so my companion’s assumptions that these were delivered in a fit of anger may be correct.”

Dahlia rolls her eyes. “Come on, girl. I know my stuff.”

The Gothitelle turns to her, her eyes narrowing just a tad. “Most cases...you do.”

This makes Dahlia take a step back, her expression growing sheepish. The Gothitelle holds her gaze on the Medicham before walking away. The Mienshao called ‘Carnation’ that’s with them shakes her head, giving Dahlia a look that pretty much says ‘really?’.

I eye them with a mixture of confusion and curiosity. What the hell was that about?

“There is a disturbance...” Vedika mutters, but just loud enough for us to hear. Her blue eyes slowly lift up, her lips twitching. “An annoying...disturbance.”

All of us look at the Gothitelle/Jynx hybrid, several of us with expressions of wariness. I’m definitely in the whole ‘put-off’ category, since Vedika...definitely has several screws loose.

“What is it, Vedika?” Rodrigo asks, the Chesnaught looking at her with rapt attention.

She doesn’t respond however, instead her eyes turning from left to right.

“Wait...disturbance...” Rinako mutters, but her eyes slowly widen. “Hold on, I hear something! Quiet everyone!”

In utter silence we all listen with rapt attention, trying to pick something out. After a few moments of straining my ears I pick it up.

“...Shouting...” I say aloud, my voice quiet. My ears swivel towards the direction and I turn towards it, my eyes narrowing. “I hear shouting...”

The more I listen the more clear it becomes, whoever’s shouting sounds...angry. They sound very angry, and...they sound...

...familiar...

My eyes widen.

“It’s the hybrid!” I immediately say. “And it seems like they’re with someone, and it doesn’t sound good.”

“Then we must hurry!” Rodrigo says resolutely. “From what you’ve all described about this hybrid, if he is within the company of others then they are likely in danger!”

My claws slide out of the slits in my arms, my teeth bared. “Then what are we waiting for?! Let’s go!”

[PoV: Charlie]

I have to say, the anger on the fella’s face is kinda putting me off. I shuffle my feet, my smile becoming sheepish. “So...uh...” I start, chuckling nervously. “...do ya think ya’ll will let me int’a ya group?”

The Bisharp’s eyes narrow dangerously. “...Excuse me?!” He hisses.

I lean my head back slightly, tugging at the collar of my shirt. “Ya know...ya actin’ group?” I grin again, but seeing the confusion and frustration building on his face makes it waver. “Like...tha’ reason why ya are in this here forest?”

The Pokemon’s talons dig into the earth, creating deep grooves. “You think...I am an actor?” He growls.

I nod my head uncertainly. “...Yeah?”

“I AM NOT AN ACTOR!” He roars loudly, making me take a step back.

“Ya...aren’t?” I say nervously. “But what about earlier? Were ya actually tryin’ ta’-” I stop, noticing that the Pokemon’s mouth is widening. Inside his maw is a bright blue glow, and it gets brighter and brighter by the second.

“What are ya-” I start to ask only for him to unleash a powerful beam of raw blue energy. My eyes widen, my body standing frozen in fear as it approaches me at high speed.

And just before it hit...something tackles me out of the way.

I land on the ground roughly, the air being knocked right out of my lungs. Coughing violently I turn my head to look at who was it that saved my rear end, and to my surprise it’s an odd-looking Zangoose.

“Thank...Arceus...I got here in time.” He wheezes, his face sweating.

The loud sounds of footsteps hit my ears and I whip my head around, only to see eight more Pokemon arrive to the place.

Are they actors too?

No, the other fella said that he’s not an actor.

So...then this must be the real deal...?

“So you all followed me.” The hybrid growls, glaring at the group with open malice. “And you brought even more numbers with you.”

“This ends here.” The pure-bred Gothitelle says calmly, approaching the Bisharp with a closed umbrella in her hands. “This is your last chance. If you do not come along calmly, then you will leave us no choice but to use force to bring you in.”

The Bisharp clenches his fists, the...real blades on his arms glowing a bright blue. “Calmly?” He repeats, venom dripping from his voice. “You wish for me...to come with you...calmly?!”

The Gothitelle’s brows furrow, her grip tightening on her weapon. Behind her the numerous Pokemon also ready themselves, either drawing their weapons, channeling whatever power they have, or simply bringing up their fists.

“No...” The Bisharp says, shaking his head. “No...I’ve come too far for this to end.” He raises one of his arms, pointing the humming blades at the group. “I need to grow stronger, to end the ones who have destroyed my life.” The gaze from his eyes intensify, his lips twisting into a malicious grin. “And I will not let ANYONE stop me.”

He lets out a loud, primal roar. “I WILL TAKE YOU ALL ON!”

With that, he charges straight at the group.

“Hey buddy...” The Zangoose whispers to me. “I recommend staying on the sides, because things are about to get really ugly.” With that he leaps into the fray to aid his comrades, not waiting for my response.

Even with him already out of ear-shot, I still feel myself nodding numbly. “S-Sure thing...”

That hybrid was really trying to hurt me...

[thetakenpokemon]

Act 3 - One Against Nine

[PoV: Rook]

‘I will take them all on.’

Those were the words I shouted before ultimately charging them all. 

They have superior numbers, the superior manpower. I knew this, but I still refuse to back down.

I WILL grow stronger, failure is not an option.

With adrenaline pumping through my veins I feel my mind enter a bloodthirsty haze, my movements growing swifter and stronger.

My blue blades hum with plasma, their edges causing the air around them to shimmer and boil. I care less if my opponent’s flesh burns off their body if I strike them with these superheated weapons of mine, my only desire is to win at any cost.

The battle begins with the Zangoose, the axe-wielding Bisharp and the Medicham/Bisharp hybrid entering the fray. The purple-haired barbarian swings her mighty weapon at my front while the two flank both my sides, I respond by bringing my plasma-infused claws to deflect the blade before grabbing its handle.

Using my enhanced strength I manage to tear the weapon out of her grip and throw it at the Zangoose, forcing him to cease approaching me and dive back in order to avoid it. I then turn to the Medicham hybrid and dodge one of her incoming strikes before lashing out with a clawed hand, which she nimbly dodges. She then follows up with a swift kick to my stomach that sends me stumbling back, which then is joined by the other Bisharp hybrid slamming into me with her shoulder that sends me right on my back.

The fight has barely started and already it’s not looking good...

The Delphox unleashes a spray of fire from his hand while the Gothitelle/Jynx hybrid fires a laser of bubbling black energy, without missing a beat I roll to the side to avoid both of the attacks before kicking up with my legs, using the momentum to launch myself off the ground and land back on my feet.

Turning my gaze to the two nearby Bisharp hybrids I draw my power from within my body and unleash it from my maw in the form of an intense laser, however the Chesnaught leaps between the attack and them and brings up his arms. The attack strikes true, yet the Chesnaught’s armor manages to withhold the intense beam, when I cease the attack the only thing I get is a black scorch mark on his armor.

Three forms leap over him and dash towards me, revealing to be the three Pokemon garbed in dark blues. The Gothitelle opens up her umbrella and the spring-loaded blades shoot out on its side, with a stone-like expression she swings the light weapon at me all the while twirling it, making the parasol become something akin to a buzzsaw. I bring up my blades to block the attack and sparks begin flying as the blades repeatedly strike it, forcing me to backpedal.

From the side the other Medicham hybrid dashes at me, the blades of her Fuuma Shuriken separated and spinning with her fingers inside the ring. With a smirk she starts slashing at me from various angles, in which I have to respond by blocking her attacks as well.

With my attention focused on the first two, the Mienshao then enters the fray. With her bladed fans she leaps over the Gothitelle, still mid-leap she spins her body with her arms outstretched as she flies over me. With my arms completely focused on dealing with her other two companions I couldn’t block her attack, yet thankfully the blades met with my shoulder-plates...causing sparks to bounce off as it leaves a deep scratch into the red metal.

I let out a roar of anger and unleash another beam from my mouth, intending to force the Gothitelle and Medicham to back off. In response they do just that, however the Gothitelle brings up her umbrella and uses the fabric to absorb the attack like that of a shield. To my great surprise my attack only leaves a scorch mark on it, any other umbrella would’ve been burned completely through.

What...is it made of?!

Another beam of black energy streaks towards me, in which I snap out of my stupor and sidestep it. I turn my angry gaze to the Gothijynx, who’s looking at me with a sadistic smile.

Yet this ends up being a grave mistake on my part, for during that brief second the Chesnaught slams into me with the force of a freight train. I feel my body launched through the air like a ragdoll and slam into one of the numerous trees, the bark shattering from the impact as I land on the ground roughly.

I...most definitely felt that.

As I quickly get back up a loud battlecry makes my gaze flick towards the source, in which I see the purple-haired Bisharp charging me with her retrieved axe. Her pink eyes burn with open fury, her expression showing her eagerness to spill my blood.

She strikes down again with her axe, in which I bring both of my blades up to block. This attack contains far more force compared to the last one, nearly catching me off guard as I tense my arms to keep the blade from getting close to me. The two of us press our weapons together, the metal of the axe slowly turning red as my superheated blades continue to stay in contact with it.

“I will make you suffer.” She hisses through gritted teeth, saliva dripping from the corners of her mouth. “You hurt my Vency, so you will pay.”

My eyes narrow slightly as the fire of my own anger intensifies. I don’t respond to her with words, instead I let out a draconic-like growl from my throat.

Pressing my legs into the ground to give myself leverage I shove my arms up, my strength overpowering her and sending her stumbling back. With her temporarily open I slash forward with my claws, intending to slice open her stomach.

However instead my claws merely slide across her armor without puncturing through, but it didn’t mean that there was no consequences for her. My blades leave thin, red-hot streaks on her armor that immediately start burning her. She lets out a howl of pain, the smell of cooked flesh filling my nostrils.

She grabs her armor and undoes the clasps before tearing it off her body, fully exposing herself. Her stomach shows two red lines across her skin, the thin yet long burns already forming blisters. Even with her armor off her she doesn’t back off, instead her anger increases tenfold.

“I WILL TEAR YOU APART!” She shrieks before swinging wildly with her axe, forcing me on the defensive.

Without her armor around her body all I need is to deliver one blow to kill her, yet with how she keeps swinging at me with reckless abandon I can’t seem to find a proper opening.

To the sides I see the Zangoose running around, as if trying to flank me from behind. However with how hard-pressed I am because of the Bisharp, I can’t do anything about it.

I block another swing from her axe, my teeth gritting so hard that my jaw starts to ache. I need to act, before the other warriors come to take advantage of my occupied self.

As I deflect another attack I open my mouth, utilizing the reserves inside my form I fire a third beam of energy. Thankfully this actually gets her to back away as she dodges, slightly singeing her hair.

I heard a shout behind me as I feel something land on my back, this soon follows with a pair of claws penetrating the thin gap between my shoulder plates and neck and dig into the flesh of my shoulders.

Even though my skin is very thick and tough, the blades manage to sink deep enough to draw blood. I roar loudly and reach behind me and grab the Zangoose by the hair, and with a hard pull I tear him off my back and slam him into the ground.

With his hair still in hand I lift him back up, the Zangoose’s face contorted in pure agony as I raise him up to my face. I turn my gaze from him to the other members, who cease their charging and look at the scene before them with intense apprehensiveness.

It occurs to me that I essentially have the Zangoose at my complete mercy now, thus giving me an advantage.

The Chesnaught starts talking to me, but I ignore his words as I let my gaze focus on the struggling Zangoose. His struggles however cease immediately when I point the glowing blades of my other hand at him, making the pupils of his eyes turn to pinpricks as sheer terror overtakes his face.

I grin.

I have no intention of playing out the ‘hostage scenario’, my goal is to win a battle through strength and power. To use him as a bartering chip goes against this, since I would be winning through treachery instead of power.

No... I need to kill him in order to cement my superiority.

Before I could plunge my blade into his neck, I feel something strike the back of my head...hard.

Even though my head is encased in the ‘natural’ helmet, the force was enough to disorient me.

The Zangoose reacts as quickly as he could, using this to his advantage. He wraps his hands around my arm and tears his hair out of my grip, he grunts in pain as several of the orange strands are torn from his scalp as he yanks himself free. He leaps off my form and rolls away, his head starting to bleed.

Who...struck me?!

I whip my form around, my eyes still trying to focus. Standing with his hoe in hand is the Magmar, the tool shakes in his hands as he looks at me with fear.

YOU!

Sheer fury overtakes me as my vision turns red, the desire to gut this fucker becoming overwhelming. With a howl I leap at him, my blades aimed straight for his chest.

However the purple-haired Bisharp slams into me, sending us both to the ground..

The two of us roll across the earth, wrestling for control. She presses her body against mine and delivers a powerful punch with her free hand, landing right on my unarmored snout. I feel the bone crack as it hits square on, causing a sharp pain to spike on my face.

We stop our rolling with her ending on top of me, and with an angry snarl she stares down at me with fury that rivals even mine. She doesn’t speak, instead she throws another punch at my now broken snout.

I bring up one of my claws and grab her fist, my burning blades on my arm just inches away from touching her. She takes her axe in her other hand and swings down at me, in which I quickly catch it by the handle.

The two of us struggle in a power play, her fist and axe pushing down as I tense my arms and push up. Both of us have strained expressions, our teeth bared as we glare at each other with great intensity.

“I...will...win...” I hiss at her. “I will...grow...stronger...”

Ever so slowly I start to push her hands up, steadily overpowering her. My snarl slowly shifts into a grin.

But said grin quickly vanishes when I see the Chesnaught suddenly get in my vision, and with one of his massive fists he strikes me right on the forehead...

...and then all I saw was darkness.

[thetakenpokemon]

(With that plot post the Praxic Blades are united once more and their references are fully unlocked!

Ladies and gentlemen, I’d like you to meat the second half of the Praxic Blades! Rodrigo, Rinako, and Vedika~

The Praxic Blades page has been updated to accommodate the new references! You can find it right here!)

[thetakenpokemon]

@theorangelopunny

As his adventures in Woodwick were coming to a close, he felt pretty content with the fact that he got to meet two interesting people. Valence of the Praxic Blades and… uhhhh… uh-oh. He never did get that side-ponytailed woman’s name. Or… maybe she did tell him but he was so fascinated by her clothing that he didn’t hear her. Damn it Blayz! You’ve been forgetting your manners ever since you came to thiiiIIIS– WHAT THE HELL!? The mango colored Lopunny was so lost in thought that he didn’t notice that he almost ran into a big Payne’s Gray spike! Wait… A spike? That almost stabbed him in the face? What kind of place just has spikes floating in mid-air? Okay take a step back Blayz and see what we’re dealing wi– Woah. “A-A giant turtle…?” the hare quietly said as he slowly walked to the front of this dangerous yet strange new creature. Taking a bow and smiling he did his best not to sound too frightened. “H-Hello there!” Tch, Real smooth Blayz. “I’m Blayz, Nice to meet you!” he introduced himself to the Giant turtle. Okay, So Far so good. Hopefully he isn’t being too rude by asking this but he’s extremely curious about one thing. “Ya know? You have these really big sharp spikes on your back. Can you retract them? Have you…accidentally impaled something with them?” he wanted to say “someone” but…. Nah, dont say that.

[PoV: Rodrigo]

Despite the numerous jokes I've said about me growing old, I’m still considered young compared to numerous other people out there. Basically you don’t see old people scarf down their food as soon as they get it, much to both mine and everyone else’s amusement.

Eventually me and Artemisia left the rest of the group to their own devices so that we can head outside, that way she could give me an in-person summary of everything that happened here.

Now even though I’d like to think I wasn’t standing in the way of anything, apparently it can’t really be helped to someone who’s not paying attention. A particular Lopunny nearly walked into one of my spikes, which would’ve been a very painful thing since they are very sharp.

I heard his comment when he said it under his breath, since my hearing is actually much better than the average joe. I turn and look down at him with clear amusement, trying my best to not laugh. “I think the word you’re looking for is ‘hedgehog’.” I tell him.

When he introduced himself, I respond back in kind. “Blayz eh? Fitting, matches well with your colors.” I chuckle this time. “The name’s Rodrigo, pleasure’s mine to have you nearly bump into me.” I gesture to the Bisharp beside me, turning my gaze to her. “This here is my friend and comrade, Arte-” My sentence is cut short when I see the look on her face, which specifically is a very wide grin as her eyes are focused on the Lopunny.

That particular look is something I often see her give Valence.

Uh oh.

“One moment.” I tell Blayz before grabbing Artemisia’s arm, I make sure to not give her a chance to respond as I proceed to drag her back into the restaurant.

“He’s such an adorwable widdle bunny!” She squees loudly, just barely managed to be heard by the rabbit before I fully bring her inside the building. “I wanna pinch his widdle cheeks!”

Once we’re properly inside I release her, giving her a flat look. “No.” I tell her sternly.

“But-” She quickly begins to object only for me to place a large finger on her lips.

“No.” I repeat, this time with added emphasis.

The Bisharp pulls her face away, with a pout she crosses her arms. “Oh fine, I won’t do anything to him.”

I give a satisfied nod. “Good, and to make sure it stays that way you’ll be remaining here until I say otherwise.”

Her eyes widen. “W-What? Rodrigo, you can’t possibly mea-”

Again I place my finger on her lips, silencing her again. “Need I say it again?” I ask, my lips threatening to smile.

Artemisia quickly pushes my finger away with a hand, her eyes showing her irritation. “Fine.” She huffs. “Be that way.”

I’m definitely grinning now. “Thank you for your cooperation.” With that out of the way I turn and proceed to make my way back outside, where the hare is most likely standing there confused.

“You owe me big time, Rodrigo!” The Bisharp calls after me. “This goes against my very nature!”

I wave her off. “If it’ll make you happy, sure I’ll owe you one. I’ll be sure to pay you back later.” I turn my head and give her a wink, in which her smile soon returns upon seeing it.

Once back outside I look back at Blayz, giving him a somewhat sheepish smile. “Sorry about that, there was an issue that needed solving.” Course I didn’t forget about his question, since he was asking it when I was dragging Artemisia inside.

“To put it simply, nope. Those spikes you see are definitely not retractable.” For emphasis I reach over with a hand and tap one of them with my fingers, showing him that they’re there to stay.

“Truth be told I’ve never personally impaled anything on them for a long time, since I’ve learned to navigate around with those things fairly easily. However...” I feel myself smirk. “Can’t really say the same about people, since even though I’m good at avoiding them...sometimes they’re not good at avoiding me.” Thinking back at the past situations I proceed to laugh. “To say the least, you’re not the first to nearly walk into them...and there are numerous others who HAVE walked into them.” I shrug my shoulders. “That’s what they get for not paying attention.”

[thetakenpokemon]

Act 2 - Blades United

[PoV: Valence]

“Anytime now.” I hear Richmond say.

“Oooh, I can’t wait~” Artemisia coos, although I’m thankful that for once she’s not fawning over me...her voice still makes me shiver in fear due to the potential of her suddenly turning her sights back at my form.

Today is the day when Rodrigo, Rinako, and Vedika arrive. It’s been several days since our...disaster of an encounter with that hybrid. We’ve all managed to heal up just fine since our injuries were thankfully relatively minor, but at the same time I still can’t stop thinking about what we could’ve done better.

That and I’m trying to ignore the fact that we technically had a near-death experience.

I look around the bus stop, sucking on a peppermint stick absent-mindedly. The various Pokemon here are most likely looking to go to some faraway town or whatever, that or meet some sort of family member or friend like we are.

The sounds of a vehicle make my ears flick, upon turning my focus to it I feel excitement well in my stomach as I see a large bus pulling in. With a loud hiss the giant vehicle slows to a stop, the larger than normal automatic doors sliding open in order to allow those within to exit.

The three of us watch with various levels of excitement as Pokemon of all shapes and sizes file out, waiting for recognizable faces.

And then they came.

Stepping out of the bus is the three other members of the Praxic Blades; Rodrigo, Rinako, and Vedika.

You can easily pick out Rodrigo due to him being a large Chesnaught, the normal greens replaced with faded gray. Besides a belt being one of his only articles of clothing, his face contains two vicious scars over his left eye...in which is covered by a black eyepatch.

Rinako however is a prime example of a hybrid between a Medicham and Bisharp. The Bisharp genes have given her a more slender (and rather shapely if I might add) look, as well as the noticeable ‘armored’ plates around her forearms and lower legs. Her red hair is tied in a long ponytail, the length stretching past her waist.

And Vedika...

...

I feel myself cringe greatly the moment my eyes full upon her.

Vedika however is something else entirely. She’s a Gothitelle with Jynx genes, possessing jet-black hair whose locks eventually shift into a distinctive blond color. Her clothing is also something else, the only words I can find is that she’s wearing a ‘warlock mesh suit thing’ along with a black cape. Don’t ask me why I described it that way, since looking up the name of what kind of clothing she’s wearing is the least of my priorities.

“Artemisia! Valence! Richmond!” Rodrigo laughs joyously. The large Chesnaught eagerly closes the distance and wraps his arms around the three of us, pulling us all into a tight hug. “I am very glad to see that all of you are perfectly fine!”

Now due to my shorter height, Rodrigo’s arms happen to be wrapped around my head instead of my back like that of my companions. The only sound I could make was a muffled cry of exasperation, in which apparently gone unheard.

“Goodness, Rodrigo!” Artemisia laughs. “We are more than fine, it takes more than a fight to keep us down after all~”

“Rodrigo, I think you should release them.” I hear Rinako suggest in an amused tone. “I don’t think Valence could last much longer.”

I feel the pressure on me release, followed by a great sense of relief. I quickly start gasping for sweet oxygen, never having appreciated it as much as I did then than I did now.

“Oh no! Is Vency alright?” I hear Artemisia shout, making me choke on the very air that I’m greedily gulping.

“N-NO! ALL GOOD!” I sputter, frantically waving my hands to fend off the arms of an Artemisia that’s attempting to pull me into her imprisoning embrace. “BREATHING FINE! VALENCE IS GOOD!”

“I see that Valence is just as pathetic as always.” Vedika comments with disdain.

After managing to fend the smothering menace off, I shoot a glare at the Gothitelle. “And I see that you’re still a brooding witch.” I shoot back, rather boldly at that.

Her eyes narrow ever so slightly as an almost maniacal smile forms on her lips, in which I quickly realize that I fucked up. “Witch?” She hisses through clenched teeth. “To call me a witch is to assume that I warp others with ghastly magic.” The air around her hands shimmer with a blackish aura. “If that’s what you believe me to be, perhaps I should solidify this statement of yours by-”

“Vedika, another time.” Richmond sighs, lifting his glasses in order to rub his eyes.

Thanks Richmond, glad that you’re stepping in to my aid now of all times. Not that I don’t appreciate it, but at the same time you leave me to Artemisia almost one hundred percent of the time.

A sudden growling noise makes us all pause, the distinct noise catching us all off guard. However when we turn our eyes to the source, our gaze befalls upon a rather flustered Rinako.

“I never realized you housed a beast inside your stomach.” Rodrigo comments humorously.

"In my defense,” Rinako quickly speaks up, her face taking on a noticeable shade of pink. “The last time we’ve eaten was five hours ago.”

“Five hours ago?” Artemisia gasps, placing a hand on her chest. “Well that simply cannot do! Come! I know a place that serves an excellent pizza!”

Out of all of us (besides Rinako), Vedika is the one that perks up the most. “Pizza?” She repeats, her normally scornful eyes now containing a certain eagerness that looks both adorable...and very unnerving.

“Yes!” Artemisia laughs, grabbing the Gothitelle’s hand and proceeding to drag her away. “They even make a mean Hawaiian, your favorite!”

Now, first of all...to grab Vedika’s hand like that and drag her is considered suicide since she can very well kill you in numerous horrible ways (and enjoy doing it too). But Artemisia? Not only is she unscathed, but the witch-warlock seems to not mind it in the least.

“Well? I can’t argue with pizza.” Rodrigo chuckles, following after them.

“Pizza...sounds very nice.” Rinako nods numbly, her lips curving upwards at the prospect of filling her currently ravenous stomach.

Richmond merely rolls his eyes and places his glasses back on his snout, following after the rest of them.

Me? Although I do follow after them eventually, the thought of Vedika loving pineapple on pizza is very...very believable.

Now I like sweet stuff, but NOT on pizza. That stuff is just evil, putting together two things that shouldn’t even mix. And Vedika loving that? It shows that she truly is a witch.

[thetakenpokemon]

Act 2 - Bus Ride to Woodwick

[PoV: ???] [Location: Road to Woodwick]

“Kee kee kee...”

Upon hearing that unnerving laugh I feel myself tense up. “Vedika...” I say with a warning tone. “Stop, you’re scaring the passengers.”

I turn my gaze to focus on her, in which the Gothitelle/Jynx hybrid is apparently ignoring me.

“Yes...” She mutters under her breath with an unnerving smile on her face. In her hands I see darkened psychic energy dancing around her fingertips as a globe of said energy hovers between both palms, pulsing with a sinister light.

I quickly survey the bus to see that all of the various passengers with us are watching her with expressions of various levels of fear, some of them even going as far as to scoot away to put themselves as far from her as possible.

“Vedika!” I growl louder, giving her a disapproving glare. “Stop!”

Her gaze snap to mine, her blue eyes narrowing dangerously. “You dare interrupt me and my experiment?” She hisses, a shadow passing over her expression. “I aught to rip out your very thoughts and twist them into nightmares!”

“Vedika.” The sudden baritone voice of Rodrigo speaks up. “Enough, you can conduct your ‘experiments’ at a later date. Now is not the place nor the time.”

Despite being somewhat put-off by Vedika’s rather graphic threat I look over at Rodrigo and give him a thankful smile, in which said Chesnaught has a look that’s daring Vedika to speak out against him.

Vedika huffs angrily before letting the energy dissipate into nothingness, she crosses her arms over her chest and mutters a few words under her breath.

“What was that?” Rodrigo says loudly, turning his head as he brings a large hand to his ears. “I’m afraid you must speak up, an aging fellow like me can’t hear quite as well as I used to.”

The Gothitelle hybrid turns her head away. “It is nothing of your concern.” She growls, her face showing nothing but discontent.

Rodrigo merely nods. “Heh, that’s what I thought.”

I couldn’t help but look at him strangely. “’Aging fellow’?” I repeat. “You’re not that old, Rodrigo.”

He looks at me and grins. “Perhaps, but I’m definitely older than the rest of you lot.” The Chesnaught taps his chest with one of his knuckles. “I’m certainly your senior at this point, a war-torn veteran who possesses bountiful amounts of knowledge.”

I don’t speak at this, instead giving him a deadpan stare.

“Okay, perhaps I’m not quite there yet.” Rodrigo chuckles, scritching his chin with a clawed hand. “But give me time, I’ll eventually reach that point where I’m gonna be screaming at hatchlings to get off my lawn.”

I couldn’t help but snort. “If that happens, I won’t be the one that changes your diapers.”

He laughs louder, slapping his knee. “HA! Got me there, Rinako! Always got that razor-sharp wit!”

“I wouldn’t necessarily say ‘razor sharp’.” I say with a roll of my eyes. “Your flattery will get you nowhere with me.”

He clenches a fist and pushes my shoulder, the unexpected move nearly knocking me off my seat due to his strength. “Come now, lighten up.”

I sputter in response. “Me?!” I point at Vedika, said Gothitelle is currently brooding in her corner with a book that she pulled out of nowhere. “I would say that she deserves to be told that far more than I!”

The Gothitelle gives me a venomous glare before looking back at her book, muttering hateful words about ‘light’.

Rodrigo snorts. “Hmph, you do realize that Vedika is a lost cause?”

“I know where you both sleep.” She growls to us.

“Nevertheless!” The Chesnaught continues, quickly redirecting the conversation back to the two of us. “You need to be far more open to these kind of things, Rinako.” He cracks a sideways grin. “Because for a Bisharp, you are quite awfully dull.”

I cross my arms under my chest. “You do realize that I can’t crack jokes every second?” I huff. “If you wanted a wisecracker, then you should’ve had Valence with you instead of me.” I stop. “And what happened to you commenting about my ‘razor-sharp’ wit?”

“Your wit and your personality are two different things, my dear.” He says, wagging a finger. “Not to mention you’re the only one I can call ‘Ninja Girl’.” His smile widens. “That and calling Valence ‘Ninja Girl’ will bring a whole new set of complaints from him.”

Just imagining that makes me smile. “Heh, that’s true.” The more I think about it the harder it is to contain my laughter. “He will then start complaining about how both Artemisia babies him and how that you mistake him for the opposite sex.”

Rodrigo scratches his chin again, his expression becoming sly. “Hmm, perhaps I should give it a try and see how bright the fireworks will be.”

“I have been practicing my flesh-manipulation curse.” We hear Vedika speak up. “I have yet to test it, but I can probably transform him into a woman.”

We both cringe at this. “That won’t be needed, Vedika.” Rodrigo says hastily.

She sneers in response before burying herself back into her book.

“I still question your decision in letting her into the Praxic Blades.” I mutter quietly to him, giving Vedika a side-eyed glance.

"She provides assistance in many areas we lack.” He shrugs. “Even though Richmond is a great help, her expertise in the darker arts does give us with a great advantage.”

“I still think she needs to go to prison.” I say dryly.

“I have been experimenting with a way to trap one into an eternal nightmare.” Vedika hisses at me. “If you keep up these comments, I will test it upon you during your slumber.”

I feel a chill go down my spine at this. The biggest issue with Vedika is that you’re not sure if she’s lying or not, since even though there’s numerous things that she’s not capable of...at the same time there’s also numerous other things that she IS capable of.

So in other words, it’s best to not call her bluff in case her threat actually holds water.

I learned this the hard way once.

“Fine fine, I’ll stop.” I back off, raising my hands in defense.

She sniffs at me. “It appears that you have an intellect after all.” She remarks snidely before looking at her book once more, which...somehow has a different cover than I remembered a few moments ago.

What in the name of...

“We will be arriving in Woodwick in around twenty minutes!” We hear the driver of the bus shout.

“Heh, that soon eh?” Rodrigo chuckles. “Looks like we’ll be able to see our companions very soon.”

I nod my head, keeping Vedika within my field of vision.

I’m glad that we’re going to leave this vehicle within that short amount of time, since my desire to be in the same room as Vedika has once again hit a rock-bottom zero.

[thetakenpokemon]

Act 2 - Initiating the Hunt for the Rook

[PoV: Valence]

Everyone spent a good half hour getting to know the ‘Floral Triad’ better, talking with them and all that business. I however spent most of MY time avoiding Artemisia, since...well...she wants to ask me if I’m afraid of her.

This is a question I do NOT want to answer, since I don’t know how she would react if I were to say yes. And I know that lying isn’t an option either, since she’ll see straight through me.

Either way, I’m most likely fucked.

“Alright, it’s time we head out.” Rodrigo says for all of us to hear. “The hybrid managed to gain a several days lead. We need to start making our way into the forest if we hope to catch him.”

“I doubt that he got very far, if I’m understanding his motives.” The Gothitelle dubbed ‘Aster’ comments. “However I agree, we’ve dabbled enough here.”

My eyes glance around, taking note of everyone.

Richmond has closed his book and is tucking it under the nook in his armpit; Vedika has that brooding look that she’s known for; Rinako seems to be standing idly; the Mienshao called ‘Carnation’ seems to be glaring at the Medicham-hybrid named ‘Dahlia’, who is smirking at her.

And...Artemisia? She’s...looking straight at me.

...

I stand next to Rodrigo, making sure to use him as a shield to block her view of me.

“Anyone need to grab anything?” The Chesnaught asks us, if he noticed me move closer to him...he didn’t show any sign of it. “No? Alright! If there’s no complaints, then let’s move!”

With that the group proceeds to make their way to the forest where the battle happened, determination obvious in the eyes of many. Even though I try to match this look, my expression keeps breaking to that of nervousness...because I can feel Artemisia’s eyes on me.

...

Arceus, please don’t let me have this conversation with her.

“Valence?” I hear her call me name. “May I speak with you?”

Shit.

I swallow a lump in my throat. “N-Not now.” I manage to say.

“Valence.” Artemisia says my name again, her tone becoming stern. “I wish to speak with you, one on one.”

At this point I’m shaking, and I can feel many eyes upon me now. Feeling like my back is pressed against the wall I look up to the only person I think would help me, which is Rodrigo. “Please don’t let her talk to me.” I plead to him, my voice shaky. “I don’t want to be anywhere near her right now.”

The Chesnaught looks down at me, his one eye containing obvious confusion. But seeing the look on my face he lets out a sigh. “Artemisia.” He says to her, looking back. “If Valence doesn’t wish to talk, then leave him be.”

Relief fills my entire being like a sweet embrace, I could only smile gratefully at the Chesnaught who merely gives me a nod of understanding.

“Fine.” I hear Artemisia huff, however I doubt that will be the end of it.

...Well...at least it’ll be delayed for now...

At this point we’ve fully exited the town and are entering the forest.

“Alright everyone, keep an eye out for any tracks or signs. We need to find the direction where this hybrid went, and from your descriptions he doesn’t seem like someone who doesn’t leave footprints...so let’s get searching!”

With that, our hunt has officially begun.

[thetakenpokemon-rp]

eyepatch buds!

[Continued from here!] @starryeyedseer

[PoV: Rodrigo]

When she told me the reason behind her eye patch, I feel my own smile grow. “Oho, dull stories are the best!” I give her a friendly, reassuring nudge. “The dull stories means that no unfortunate events have befallen upon you, those who think otherwise are most often a sorry lot who seek to find validation by utilizing their sorrows instead of deeds.” Well, perhaps that’s a bit harsh...

“That is, those who seek to utilize their misfortunes to obtain pity and interest upon themselves.” I specify, to make it seem less judging. “Essentially, if your tale isn’t considered ‘exciting’ does not mean it isn’t interesting!” My smile widens into a full-blown grin. “And even then, your particular ‘tale’ is something I would never considered to be ‘dull’! You being a mystical seer is FAR more interesting than a Chesnaught getting into a bar fight, and the fact that you possess an eye that peers into the future is automatically an ear-catcher in my books.”

When she introduces herself, it makes me pause. Most cases I tend to be good when it comes to introducing myself to others, but apparently this (not so) wee girl beat me straight to the punch.

“Jhudora eh? Now ain’t it quite a pleasure to meet you.” I extend one of my large hands to her, offering a handshake for a more formal greetings. “The name’s Rodrigo, a solid name to give you so that you won’t have to refer to me as ‘Chesnaught’.” I pause, my eye twinkling with humor. “Or if it suits you better, you can still refer to me as such. However I think of it being much more beneficial for the both of us if you call me Rodrigo, that way another Chesnaught won’t mistake you for trying to grab their attention instead.”

I have to say, the more I look at her the more fascinated I become. It’s not common that I see her type of attire, since those sort of dresses are more known to belong to the aristocrat type - if I ever see one that is. "You have quite the get-up there.” I point out with a hearty chuckle. “Quite fancy and charming, far better than the plain ol’ belt I’m wearing.” I gesture to my waist for emphasis. “But then again, clothing never agreed too well with me since I’m a rather big fella.” I start scratching my chin. “Which actually makes me quite interested, where do you hale from?”

[thetakenpokemon]

Jhudora@Rodrigo: She giggles at his eyepatch but then realizes- hey, maybe that's kind of rude. She points at her own as if to say that she could relate. "You probably get this question a lot. What's up with your eyepatch, sir?"

[PoV: Rodrigo]

Although laughing is not necessarily an uncommon sight, it’s somewhat rare to see a stranger start laughing at YOU for seemingly no apparent reason. I look at her with a curious smile, trying to discern what it is exactly she finds funny about me.

I didn’t need to ask however, seeing that she soon points at her own eye-patch and then asks me about mine.

At this point I couldn’t help but laugh. “Oh, THAT is what you found funny eh?” I trace the scars on my face with my fingers. “I would think of it giving me a rather ‘rugged’ look than a humorous one, but I guess everyone has their own opinions in the end.”

“But funny enough, the answer is no. Not many people tend to go out of their way to ask an old lug like me about how I got my patch and scars, probably because they’re afraid they might offend me.” I let out an amused snort. “It wouldn’t of course, I’m not that kinda fella to get mad over a simple and harmless question like that.” I place my hands on my hips. “But you wanna know eh? I’ll happily tell ya, the reason I have my eyepatch is because I got a bad scratch from a Meowth who was playing with me.”

...

...

I burst out laughing. “I’m just pulling your leg, it’ll take more than a Meowth to leave a mark like that!”

I quickly get my laughter under control, since I should probably actually get to the question. “The reason was actually an Incineroar, she and I got into a rather bad fight at a tavern.” I scratch the side of my head as I recall the memories. “She was very drunk and apparently not too happy, the exact reason I’m not too sure on because I never bothered to ask. She was harassing the bartender who refused to serve her anymore and I decided to stand up and confront her.” I trace my scars again with my fingers. “She then turned and and swiped me right in the face, took out my eyeball just like that.” The memory of the pain actually makes me cringe. “To say the least, it hurt a lot. At that point we ended up duking it out, it was an intense brawl. I eventually managed to beat her by breaking both of her legs, I doubt she’ll ever be able to walk again just like how she permanently took away the sight from my eye.”

I smile to dispense any tenseness in the air. “But that’s pretty much it, hope I didn’t bore you too much this old fool’s ‘war tales’.” I point at her eyepatch as well. “I’d ask you if you lost your eye somewhere as well, but that’d probably be a bit rude since I’m not sure if it’s a sore spot or not.” I reach over to her with one of my giant hands and pat her on the head. “I have to say, you and me? We'd make an excellent pair, acting as my missing eye.” I give her a wink. “I’d go from cyclops to twinclops!” I pause and start scratching my chin in thought. “Pairclops? Duoclops? Twoclops?”

I shrug my shoulders. “Heh, you get the point.”