#which means emmet should catch one

[solroskajan]

All sneasels use their claws to fight and be annoying. Except that one, it only bites.

[thelemonsnek]

There are a lot of fun questions that come about from a tma-verse. How faithful are we talking. Are they full blown Avatars? Do they have to feed their patron? If so how would they go about it? I do believe a subway system would be pretty rich in targets as they have commuters that come day in and day out.

[vibrating at a speed that shatters glass] I am SO glad you asked

It is very faithful to tma canon, because instead of being eebied to Hisui, Ingo instead ends up in tma London! So the first part of the au is quite literally in tma. There's a whole running gag that Jon used to be into pokemon, and he gives Ingo and Emmet a copy of Pokemon White to play and they mark it with the Spiral and Buried respectively, and eventually it just gets marked by so many different avatars that that's what starts the apocalypse instead of the statement Elias gives Jon. Ingo and Emmet do get back to the pokemon universe before that happens though so it's fineeeeee

(They also bring the entities to the pokemon universe in coming home)

Are they full blown avatars?

Yes they are!! Ingo became an avatar when he became the Distortion, and Emmet became an avatar to escape Ingo's subway :)

For context on that, when Ingo and Emmet first reunited, it. Didn't go well! Because Michael had latched onto Ingo as a perfect victim (he was literally questioning the entire foundation of his reality, how could Michael resist?) and used Ingo's vague memories to torment him with the idea of the man in white

So Ingo doesn't think Emmet is real, and they end up fighting, and in that fight it comes up that Ingo has been eating people bc. He's the Distortion, that's what the Distortion does. And Emmet is like WHAT THE FUCK. THATS NOT OKAY. And anyways things continue and Ingo is convinced of Emmet's realness and is like oohhhh. He was important to the person Ingo. He could make me be that person again (bc the Distortion is a what, not a who, but just like Helen, he wants that anyways)

So he says to Emmet, "I have missed you so much. We can catch up, on the subway" and there, impossibly on the wall, is a sliding door leading to a subway car

Ingo is Emmet's brother. He will always trust him. He walks through the door, and finds himself in an impossible, endless subway

By now their argument has caught up with Ingo, and he's like. Ah. Emmet, the thing that anchored me to myself for the first time, said I shouldn't eat people. So I won't. And he goes on a hunger strike

Problem is, because of him doing that, Emmet can't get out. There is no out

But, a pressure at the back of his head whispers, there is a way down. And he Becomes, and begins to understand why Ingo took those people. He understands, because he has his own subway now

Do they have to feed their patron?

Also yes :) and yes, the subway is a verrrry convenient way to feed, especially since their domains are both subways as well! Very verrrry easy to be in a rush to get to your destination and take the wrong door :)

It's a bit of a perfectly awful situation really! They're both each other's anchors, which is great because they're good anchors to their sense of selves. The problem is, they kind of have this massive echo chamber going on, where as long as the other agrees and says that the act was justified, anything goes. And of course, with feeding, it keeps the other person healthy and alive. Why wouldn't they want their brother, their anchor, to stay safe? So their morals degrade rather rapidly!!

As far are their domains go, they're both differently flavored subways that have some degree of overlap (meaning it's possible to start in one, and end up in the other). Ingo's an endless maze that should not be possible. Trains that just never stop, stairwells that go on forever only to lead to nowhere, windows that show cities that don't exist

Emmet's is much more centered around the claustrophobia of the subways. Passageways that are a little too small, ceilings that are surely too cracked to hold, the weight of the world bearing down above you, held off only by the flimsy, crumbling cement. The trains are tight, dirty. There's never enough light to properly see anything

This video reminds me a lot of Ingo's subway :)

And this post is both of them tbh, in my tags I explain how it's Emmet, Ingo I think is self explanatory

[dittolicous]

bad news: WHY DID NO ONE TELL ME I MESSED UP AND GAVE INGO GURDURR/CONKELDURR WHEN HE SHOULD HAVE BOLDORE AND VICE VERSA W/ EMMET

good news: but I unintentionally fixed this by having gurdurr evolve into conkeldurr, as this requires trading. meaning well, of course they have the other pokemon, the twins traded!

bad news again: except I made a point about the twins wanting to try a team duo requiring that trade-to-evolve which led to them catching karrablast and shelmet, not gurdurr and boldore

actually, good news: except I purposely *didnt* evolve boldore cuz I figured not all Pokemon want to evolve... so maybe the trade/duo wouldn't count towards the idea, which comes after the trade anyhow!

aka ditto solves a problem she didn't realize she has and doesn't notice until months after the fact

im a genuis ☆⌒(≧▽​° )

[pokenimagines]

A/N: For the plot’s sake, Ingo hasn’t visited Jubilife yet. He’s been a warden but he’s kept to himself so when Emmet shows up, nobody would make the connection unless they were in the Pearl Clan. Also Irida or the other pearl clan members notice the resemblance however none of them are gonna speak up on it. In my head it’s more of a “Well we don’t know this random dude and he’s really loud and kinda intimidating.” and a little mix from Irida of “He’s a weird guy and is Ingo’s opposite and I feel like it would be rude to ask and maybe offend someone who can help us.”

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Arceus' Mistake Pt. 2

Your arrival in Hisui was more of a crash landing…right in the middle of a field next to some ocean. You and Emmet both stared up into the sun, dazed and confused. That’s when you met poor Professor Laventon, a man who wouldn’t even catch a pokemon despite being a professor. You two helped him catch the very familiar pokemon with ease, not even having to battle then, before he took you to the village.

Ancient Hisui was certainly a different atmosphere and both you and Emmet were basically vibrating with excitement. Knowing after you solved whatever problems there were, you would basically get Ingo back and a fun adventure to tell others.

Then you two met Cyllene and what was known as “Team Galaxy” which threw you two for a loop. You had been given the task of capturing three pokemon to prove your worth and they just tossed two baby pokemon at you and Emmet and shoved you through the gates. A young member, Rei, offered to show you guys the ropes, but you had politely declined just so you and Emmet could have some alone time.

The moment you two were in the vast Hisui wilds you turned to one another, “Okay so I’m the only one thrown off by the whole Team Galaxy thing and Cyllene looking a little too much like Cyrus?” You asked Emmet, who nodded.

“Are they the bad guys? Did we just join a criminal organization? Are we criminals now?” Emmet asked and you shrugged, turning over your shoulder and seeing a Bidoof. You didn’t even turn when you tossed the pokeball behind your back to catch it.

“They could be…I dunno we follow our own rules. Don’t trust anyone. Who knows where Arceus sent us. We solve the problems, goof off a little bit, maybe burn a few buildings, then get Ingo back. Then we pretend it was all a fever dream.” The pokeball in the back clicked shut, letting you know you caught the Bidoof.

Emmet casually tossed a pokeball out into the air, a small Starley flying by getting hit and going into the ball. “So do you think we’ll be meeting a lot of…ancestors?” Emmet hummed, thinking of the right word.

“Probably…I mean did you get a glimpse of the Commander in the hallway when he was talking to someone. He totally has the same eyebrows and mustache as Professor Rowan. No way they aren’t connected.” You huffed as you two began walking. A small Shinx came out from a bush right by the bridge and made a mad dash towards you.

You simply lifted your leg and the little pokemon hit a tree directly behind you. You dropped the pokeball on him as Emmet began speaking, “Think we might find our own ancestors here?” he asked, his grin spreading despite his voice staying as monotonous as always.

“Who knows, people traveled a lot during this time. Maybe we’ll find a future train obsessed weird out here.” You chuckled as you picked up the Shinx. “Think we should head back. They didn’t say we both needed to catch all three each. Just we needed to catch three.”

“Sounds a bit deceptive…I like it. Let’s go! All aboard!” Emmet yelled, pointing off towards the village.

Crafting

“This is stupid.” You murmured, looking at the apricorn and hunk of rock that someone claims was known as a tumblestone. “We gotta make shit now? How come we can’t buy it?” You grumbled, trying to figure out how to make a pokeball.

“It would appear it’s because we’re broke.” Emmet nodded, also trying to figure out what to do. Somehow he was doing better than you, which annoyed you to no end.

“Everyone makes their own supplies here in Jubilife. It’s just part of life.” One of the other survey corps members, Akari, tried explaining. Her twin brother, Rei, leaned on the bench and smirked.

“It’s simple, really.” He was almost egging you on.

“Listen dude, I dunno about you but I already own like three pokemon and one of them is an electric type. I can and will shock you if you don’t shut it.” You warned, playing with one of the balls on your hips that contained your baby shinx. Rei put his hands up, backing away.

“S-sorry, no need to be violent.” Rei said while giving his sister the side eye.

“Uh…well I’d be careful if I were you two. You’re not exactly trusted as of yet so even if it’s a joking threat…” Akari tried warning but Emmet was quick to chime in.

“Oh, they don’t joke about bodily harm. Once they almost pushed me off a cliff.” Emmet said and you chuckled.

“It’s because you were making those god awful train noises while we were on our way to the top of Mount Lanakila over in Alola. You were doing it for three hours…straight. Even your brother almost pushed you off. Be lucky your Archeops still loved you after all that and saved your ass.” You said, looking at one of your crudely made pokeballs.

“What’s an Archeops?” Akari tried getting to a new subject.

“A beautiful flying pokemon!” Emmet said in his conductor’s voice, “About this big.” Emmet made a show of elongating his arms to show the side, “And less than half of my weight. Beautiful colors and the ability to fly. It’s a rock type though, don’t be fooled.” 

“A flying…rock type? Sounds made up, but I guess with pokemon you never know.” Rei said with a shrug, not sure if he believed Emmet or not.

“You sound made up.” Emmet deadpanned, causing Rei to open his mouth. Before he could say anything, Emmet was looking at you and your creations, “That looks like shit.” He noted on your pokeball.

“You look like shit.” You tossed an apricorn directly into his face. Emmet paused for a moment before grabbing one of his own apricorns and tossing it at you. You managed to move out of the way, letting the apricorn hit Rei. In a matter of five minutes, the walkways of Jubilife were clear as you, Rei, and Emmet were in an all out apricorn war while Akari stood as standby to help any passerbyers not become victims.

Shouting and profanities that people of Hisui probably never even heard of flew out of your lips every time you got it and it wasn’t until the guards literally dragged you three into Kamado’s office did you three stop bickering. Ten minutes of being chewed out later and you guys decided the next apricorn battle would be in the wilds.

Volo

“Who in the Cynthia…I swear on all things good in life if that man has a Garchomp I will literally go into the wild and fist fight an alpha just to end it all.” You said once you saw a blonde man in the distance. Both you and Emmet were on high alert as he looked too eerily similar to the previous Sinnoh Champion who literally kicked your ass in more ways than one in the past.

The man perked up at seeing the two, flashing a smile that was a bit too cold for your liking. “Ancestor maybe?” Emmet said, bending down with his hands in his pocket. His face was right at your ear, something that was becoming more common as you two often found yourself whispering to one another.

You fidgeted with the scarf of your new uniform (something you privately hated but at least it kept you from getting cut up on rocks). Emmet had all but refused to take off his conductor's hat, coat, and boots, but underneath he wore a somewhat similar outfit, minus the scarf and the atrocious leg warmers you were sporting.

“You two must be the new members of the survey corpse…the ones who fell from the sky.” He said, approaching you two. “My name is Volo, I’m with the Gingko guild, thought I should introduce myself to new potential customers.

“Um…nice to meet you…not Cynthia…” You murmured the last part, still being suspicious. This man was taller than most but had a pretty face that you was oddly feminine and struck you as looking just like Cynthia.

“What was that?” Volo said, confused by the last thing you said.

“Said nice to meet you.” You blurted out, not bothering with niceties. You already had a bad feeling about him. It totally wasn’t the face reminding you of the time you tried stealing one of Cynthia’s hair pieces and ended up getting chased through an entire town by an overprotective Garchomp. Totally wasn’t that.

“My, my, look at the time. We need to go. Nice meeting you, I am Emmet.” Emmet said, holding out a stick straight hand to shake. Volo was confused as he shook his hand. Without another word, Emmet lifted you and tossed you over his shoulder and ran out the village before you could say something stupid. Or worse…attempt to maul Volo in a desperate attempt to feel more secure.

Kleavor

“Are you fucking kidding me, Emmet. Really?” You yelled. He had come and helped make those little sachets for the raging pokemon but when it came time to face the thing, he refused to go in with you.

“I am Emmet and I was not at the briefing where I agreed to have my head cut off.” Emmet explained to you in a serious voice.

“Bitch you’re my ride or die. Time to die! Come on, get your ass in here with me.” You said, tugging on his sleeve.

Irida and Lian watched your interaction with interested eyes. Irida was more interested in Emmet, someone she hadn’t met earlier in the day. She knew that there were two new survey members that were supposedly capable, but one of them had overslept for the briefing and only you had shown up.

The striking resemblance Emmet had, in face and clothes, to one of her clan’s wardens was impeccable. There was no way it was a coincidence and she couldn’t wait but to ask some questions, but was worried he too might have amnesia like Ingo.

“Have fun. I promise to pour a drink for your funeral.” Emmet said, slapping you on the back and causing you to stumble into the arena. You were about to bark something back, when you felt a presence behind you.

You took in a deep breath, trying not to panic as you turned around to see a giant pokemon, one you never saw in the past, standing directly behind you. The golden glow of it was the first sing something was wrong. The next sign was one of its hands raising up to slash you.

“That’s where he gets his name…FUCK!” You shouted as you did a roll dodge. You mentally noted you were getting too old for this shit as you kept dodging the noble pokemon.

You were screaming, tossing sachets at him like no tomorrow while jumping, rolling, and again…dodging. The colorful words that sprang from your mouth were new even to Emmet as he watched intently. He was worried, yes, but he had a feeling he’d probably be more in the way if anything.

After an hour of screaming and crying. You tossed a final sachet at the Kleavor and it’s like everything changed. The pokemon’s color came back and it calmed down instantly. You were sprawled on the ground, screaming at the trees as you tried calming down.

Emmet decided, since the pokemon seemed calm, to finally go over to you. He crouched down, poking your cheek as he got your attention. You immediately went and snapped at his finger, biting it and making Emmet shriek and flinch back, clutching his poor finger.

“Next time, you’re calming the noble.” You said, pointing at him. Emmer just smiled and began laughing, sitting on the ground and scooping you up. He pet your head as he calmed your racing heart despite your grumbles and promised he’d steal some ingredients from Beni and make your favorite meal once they got back.

Crimson Mirelands

“I actually hate this.” You grumbled as your foot got stuck in more of the goopy mud that was abundant in the mirelands. Emmet’s new Dustox came and rested on top of your head as if trying to help calm you down. The wings fluttering across your cheeks and you groaned as you went to give the lovable pokemon some attention.

“But think of all the new pokemon.” Emmet tried persuading you and you rolled your eyes. You hadn’t even caught all the pokemon in the Obsidian Fieldlands yet. You weren’t sure if Arceus was serious about discovering all pokemon, but you weren’t taking chances. You were catching every pokemon you could find in hopes that it’ll help you get home sooner.

“But think of my boots!” You shouted, flinging some dirt and Emmet moved back fast so it wouldn’t fall on his not so pristine white coat.

“I bet goomy lives around here. Weren’t you saying you wanted one of those?” Emmet asked, nudging your shoulder as he tried to cheer you up.

“Goomy…is kinda cute…yes I want one okay? As soon as someone described what it looked like evolved I had to!” You groaned and Emmet just pet your head.

“I know. Though we’ll probably have to go through those bogs to find them.” Emmet said as you two approached a wide open area with, as could be described, bogs. You grimaced as you began walking through some areas where the water came to the top of your toes.

You looked at Emmet and his almost platform shoes with jealousy as you tried finding wherever this Ursaluna was so you could quell her. Emmet was humming some little jingle right as you began falling. Emmet was quick to grab you by the scruff of your scarf, holding you about a foot above face planting into the dirt.

“Looks like you’re in a pickle.” Emmet hummed, “It would be a shame if…I lost my grip.” He said and you fell about a centimeter as a result.

“Emmet…I swear to Arceus if you do this you won’t be getting out in one piece.” You murmured and Emmet chuckled.

“I doubt that.” He said before you felt your face becoming cold with mud as he let you completely fall.

Cobalt Coastlands

“Who said you get to ride with me?” You said, looking at Emmet, “I’m the one who had to fist fight the Dusclops after my pokemon fainted. Not you. This Basculegion is here to take me.” 

“Y-you had to do what?” The Diamond’s clan meek warden said, his eyes bulging out. Poor Iscan looked about ready to faint at any given moment and swallowed a lump in his throat. Emmet frowned, scoffing and putting his hands on his hips.

“Iscan said it could take two, no?” Emmet said and turned to the shy man. Iscan looked everywhere but at you and Emmet.

“He said he could…not that he would. You can wait on the land.” You said, still a bit pissed. Your scarf was flailing lifelessly on your neck as half of it was taken out by a well timed Shadow Ball that could’ve killed you.

Emmet was quiet for a moment before sighing. Paulina took a step closer, placing a hand on your shoulder and you turned to her, “It would be beneficial to have your friend with you. I’m sure he’ll help out in the next fight.” Paulina tried convincing you.

Sure it was true that last week he got punched in the gut by a wild Ursaring and sure he had bruises going all the way across his abdomen still. You also guessed that he might’ve helped you if it didn’t hurt to run or walk…or sit…or breath. But he could’ve at least sent out another pokemon to help…even if half of them were fainted or an absolutely horrid match-up to Dusclops.

You finally decided to give in. You guys had been constantly getting into trouble and you didn’t actually wanna leave him behind. Maybe watch him run across the coast as he tried to catch up to you…that would’ve been fun.

“Okay fine…but I’m the one steering.” You said, finally looking at Emmet. Emmet’s smile made you crumble as the man walked over and took you into a bear hug, spinning you around and laughing.

“I knew you couldn’t stay mad at me for long.” He said and you groaned.

“I’m dead serious about the next enraged noble…you’re fighting it. Not me.” You pointed at him.

“That’s what you said last time.” He reminded you, and you couldn’t help but stick out your tongue.

“Ya and last time about half an hour before the fight you tried showing me how you could totally sneak up on an alpha and found an Ursaring’s fist/paw in your stomach. You were on the ground wheezing while I was dancing with Lilligant.” You reminded him. Iscan’s face went even paler as he looked between you two.

Paulina chuckled, covering her mouth, “My, Irida was positively correct about you two. Such interesting survey members.”

“Interesting would be an understatement…” Iscan mumbled, looking towards the ground.

After Arcanine

Emmet’s arms were wrapped firmly around your waist as Basculegion cut through the water. The man was actually laughing behind you while you cursed him under your breath.

“I literally can’t believe our luck…” You grumped, absolutely pissed at the world.

“Awe, it wasn’t too bad.” Emmet said from behind you and you elbowed his bruised stomach, making him gasp in pain. If you had to be in pain, so did he.

“Easy for you to say. You got to sit back and watch me almost die to a noble…again. This is the third time in a row.” You said, grimacing as some of the salt water hit your burn marks. Paulina had some remedy for burns that she applied, but salt water was still going to burn like no tomorrow.

“I’m still injured.” Emmet pointed out and you glared before getting a wonderful idea.

“Shut up and take this pokeball.” You said, throwing a wingball at him, “I need a mantyke and mantine for the dex.” You instructed him. It would be easier for him to do it anyway since he wasn’t controlling the Basculegion.

“Fine, so commanding…it’s one of the things I love about you.” Emmet chuckled, looking out of the water. His words brought a small flush to your cheeks that you pushed down. You had business to do.

As you found some mantyke jumping from the water, you slowed down Basculegion so Emmet would have better aim. He managed to catch them both easily, one hand lazily wrapped around your waste while the other collected the wingballs that floated on the surface

The moment he was leaning in for a ball, you struck. You made Basculegion make a sharp and fast turn, causing Emmet to lose his grasp and fall right into the water. He sputtered for a moment, treading the water. You couldn’t help but laugh at his dumbstruck face while you grabbed his hat that floated next to you and put it on.

“Such a shame…but karma is a bitch.” You said and Emmet realized this was payback for letting you fall into the mud.

“Haha, so funny. Now let me back on, my coat and boots are heavy.” Emmet said, swimming up to grab the Basculegion. As soon as he was close, you move just a little away from him. He pouted, looking over at your cocky smirk.

“Sounds horrid. You know these clothes are pretty lightweight. I could swim all day.” You said, not feeling bad at all for Emmet.

“Then come join me.” Emmet said, splashing you with more water. You groaned at his childish antics before holding out a hand to help him up. Emmet took yours and before he began climbing back up, he gave you a harsh yank and dragged you into the ocean as well.

Your burns stung from the water but it was barely noticeable with the rage fueling you. “Emmet…” You said, looking like a wet dog. Emmet had already stolen his hat back and was getting ready to climb back on the Basculegion.

Emmet hummed in response. “I’m kicking your ass when we get back to dry land.”

“I’m sure you will.”

Reunion 

“It’s too early for this shit.” You said, trying to kick Emmet away from you. It was now a well known thing for people in Hisui that one only person was allowed to wake you up, and that was Emmet. The last person who tried had a very angry Luxray chasing them out of your room. You simply didn’t like super early mornings and Emmet was the only one who could tolerate you.

“We have a meeting to go to. Come on, or else I'll carry you.” Emmet said and you snorted. You rolled onto your back and held out your arms. You were still in your bed kimono when Emmet carried you through the front doors of Galaxy hall. You had absolutely no shame as he walked into Kamado’s office and placed you on a chair, still half asleep.

Kamado, as per usual, looked annoyed at your antics. Adaman, who was already in the office, had to cover his mouth to stop himself laughing at your predicament. You were asleep for most of the meeting, until a very tall annoyance came through the doors.

You cracked your eyes open, looking at the tall, blue haired man who was being more dramatic than you and Emmet combined. The man was about to make note of your appearance and unprofessional demeanor, when his eyes took sight of Emmet.

“You…you’re not Warden Ingo. Why do you look like him…and wear the same strange clothes?” You had never woken up so fast. You jumped from the seat as Emmet’s eyes widened. You walked over to Melli, grabbing him by his shirt and dragging him down to be face ot face with you.

“Did you say Ingo?” You questioned. Melli’s hands covered yours, engulfing them really, and tried moving you off him but you weren’t budging.

“Did I stutter?” He asked, raising an eyebrow. Adaman and Kamado was already coming over to break up the fight before it began.

“Where is Ingo? Tell me right now.” Your voice cracked at the end, your emotions getting the better of you. There was absolutely no way Ingo was here…right? Arceus would’ve given them a heads up. Hell, if this random guy knew him and he was a warden, the one of the clan leaders had to know him as well. They had to have seen the resemblance. Why hadn’t they said anything? 

“As if I know.” Melli sneered right as Kamado took your hands off him and dragged you away. Emmet was already on high alert though as Adaman checked to make sure Melli was okay. The entire room felt awkward as Adaman finally spoke up.

“So you two do know Ingo…” Adaman said and Emmet glared at him.

“You knew he was out there this entire time? Did you not think to mention someone who looked just like me?” Emmet asked and Adaman put his hands out, trying to calm the room down. Kamado was about to reprimand him when Adaman spoke up again.

“We weren’t sure, since Ingo doesn’t recall his past. We didn’t know if you were the same or if it was the weirdest coincidence.” Adaman admitted, “We’re sorry we didn’t bring it up. Irida asked us not to as she wasn't sure.”

“Just tell us where Ingo is…please?” Your voice cracked again as you held back both tears of frustration but also relief. Was Ingo truly here? You’d get to see him far sooner than you imagined.

“He’s in town…I think Irida was going to have him guide you…” Adaman didn’t even finish what he was saying. You and Emmet were already running out of the room, down the stairs and almost barreling into several people.

“Ingo!” You screamed as soon as you got out of the building.

“Ingo!” Emmet screamed next, looking back and forth. You two startled some people on the streets with how loud you were being. 

You quickly pointed at Emmet, “Twintelepathy! Go!” You screamed and Emmet looked at you with wide eyes.

“If I could use that right now, we would’ve found him by now!” Emmet said, shaking your shoulders dramatically. Adaman and Melli had finally caught up to you two, but it was too late. Off in the distance you spotted him.

You grabbed Emmet’s sleeve, dragging him behind you until he too saw the man of the hour. You sprinted off to the training grounds and Irida was the first to spot you. She originally began to wave until she saw the determined looks in your eyes.

Ingo turned around just in time for his entire face to be smothered with your torso. You literally jumped onto him, engulfing him in a hug as you two fell. You were a screaming and sobbing mess, repeating his name over and over again. 

Emmet soon joined you on the floor, catching sight of Ingo’s face. He looked weathered and worn, even having facial hair and prominent marks under his eyes from restless nights and stress.

Ingo sat up, you still straddling him and your face buried in his own chest now. He just stared at Emmet, opening his mouth then closing it. Ingo was there, looking tired with bags under his eyes and an unruly conductor’s coat. The biggest difference being the little facial hair he had, and how his normal hair grew out and was tied against his neck. Emmet was the first to finally speak up.

“Is that really you, brother?” Emmet said, tears welling in his eyes.

“I…” Ingo began and even his voice sounded so soothingly familiar. His scent and his posture, one hand going to the small of your back to hold you that you were sure was unconscious on his part. It felt like home and you couldn’t have asked for anything better. “I don’t know you.”

Both you and Emmet froze as your face popped up, looking at Ingo with watery eyes, “But you seem so familiar.”

You couldn’t help but chuckle, wiping your eyes as you got a good look at him, “It’s fine if you don’t remember, Ingo. It’s fine.” You said, convincing yourself, “I’m…I’m your best friend and this is…”

“I’m Emmet, your twin brother. It’s good to see you again.” Emmet said, his smile only a bit wobbly.

“So you guys really do know Ingo.” Irida said, “I’m…I’m so sorry for not telling you sooner!” She said, bowing her head. You too looked at the young clan leader who clearly looked distressed, like she was just found guilty of treason.

“Why didn’t you tell us?” There was no malice in Emmet’s voice, just curiosity.

“I was worried perhaps…it would upset Ingo…” Irida admitted. Ingo was finally starting to stand up, but you refused to leave him. Arms wrapped securely around his torso and again, he found his hand almost moving on its own as it ran through the top of your scalp, over some hair as though he were flattening fly aways.

“When Ingo came to the clan, he had no memories. I was worried you wouldn’t know him either and it would cause more confusion.” Irida finally admitted.

“It’s fine…thanks for thinking about him.” You murmured into his jacket. It was torn to shreds, sure, but it was still his. After all this time you had him back.

“So you don’t remember…anything?” Emmet asked, placing a hand on Ingo’s shoulder. The man relaxed into the familiar touch even if he couldn’t recall who his twin was.

“I can’t recall anything before Lady Sneasler saved my life.” Ingo admitted and you frowned before a mischievous smirk found its way onto your face. Emmet seemed to have the same thought as he looked at you. Twintelepathy might not’ve been working between them, but apparently it was strong in you two.

“The stories we can tell you…if you had time today for maybe some breakfast?” You asked Ingo. Ingo looked over at Irida and smiled, nodding her head.

“If you want, we can leave you three…” She said and Ingo frowned.

“You’re welcome to join us.” He said before turning to Adaman and Melli who had been watching from afar, “As well as you two.”

“Sit and listen to some stories over breakfast? I hardly have the time for that.” Melli said and you snorted. You were sure he’d love to hear some of these things.

“We always have time for friends. Besides we can have a proper meeting about your Lord Electrode while we’re at it.” Adaman said, nodding at you.

“Fine…but keep that rabid thing away from me.” He said, glaring at you. You gnashed your teeth together in a ‘chomp’ for good measure and giggled as he jumped back.“Breakfast and stories it is.” Irida said with a clap.

[imfluentinfangirlandgay]

Surprise Adoption - Ch 6

Ingo held the crying Dawn in his arms, considering his options. He decided right then and there. She would stay with him and Emmet for the time being.

Word Count: ~3000

Drayden hadn’t been kidding. It was the longest day Ingo had in a long time. Probably even above the day he had announced his return to the press. Drayden made his way back inside the apartment behind the two girls, who were now essentially best friends. They were chatting excitedly over future plans. Drayden walked in, setting the obnoxious amount of bags on the table. The twins staggered in after him, plopping their loads on the floor by the couch and collapsing into a matching heap. Ingo could hear Drayden chuckling at them from the kitchen. Iris and Dawn, whose hair was newly dyed a light platinum now (which complimented the twins’ hair color), scampered off to her room, taking some items with them. 

Drayden returned to the living room, finding his twin nephews still collapsed on the couch with their eyes glazed and breathing shallow. He bent a little at the waist, scrutinizing them with a mirthful glare. “I take it you found the trip rather successful, too?”

They laid there in silence for a minute. “You weren’t kidding. I thought it would be like shopping with Elesa. That was worse. So verrry much worse,” Emmet said. Ingo nodded dumbly. Drayden let out a booming laugh and shook his head, straightening back up. 

“Well, start getting used to this. All my trips with Iris are like this. And this one only lasted six hours.” 

They both just stared at their uncle for another moment. Then they sat up, groaning. “It is an adjustment… but Dawn seems happy,” Ingo noted. Emmet nodded along. “We can continue if it makes her happy.” 

“Good to hear it,” Drayden said, his voice radiating genuine happiness. “I’m sure she’d appreciate the time with you two, as well. She talked nonstop about the both of you the entire time. She idolizes you.” 

Ingo felt the soft fuzzy feeling in his stomach again, like some Joltik had wormed their way into him. He nearly giggled like a schoolgirl. “You think so?” he asked, at a loss for what else to say. 

“I’m sure of it. I can help you set up a bit of her room tonight, if you like. It will take some time for all of it to be done and I know that she will wish to do much of it herself, but we can get some of the heavier things moved today.” The twins nodded, eager once again now that they had a new destination in mind. Emmet stopped Drayden in the kitchen to go through some of their purchases as Ingo went down the hall to inform the two of their new plans. He came to the knob and stopped, hearing their voices through the crack in the door. 

“...don’t really know. I mean, he’s your friend, right? Have you talked to him?”

“Yeah. He… didn’t like the idea of me leaving for Unova by myself. He tried to stop me and he wouldn’t listen. I know he didn't mean it to be mean, he was just worried and he always has a hard time stopping to think before acting, but it hurt. Seeing my best friend so against me coming. And I know that if he catches wind of where I am, he might try to drag me back before I can explain myself. And then Cynthia was so excited to see me and she kept talking about all the things she wants to show me but it was too much and… I don’t know what to do.”

“I heard Dad talking to Cynthia on the phone recently. He said that the Champion was somewhere safe, but needed time to process. He shut her down when she tried talking him into telling her where you were.”

It was quiet for a moment. 

“I should thank him. I… was so worried he would tell someone because the adults decided it was for the best that I didn’t hide like this. That’s why I tried to find Uncle Ingo in the first place. I know he can keep a secret. He kept a lot of secrets for me in Hisui, like my own name and the fact that I remembered my life before I fell there.” It was silent again and Ingo heard rustling fabric. “And I know he cared. About me, that is. As a person. Most people only care that I’m the Champion. They don’t care who it is that holds the title, just the title itself. If they can get on my good side, they think they get stuff from me. I’m just a figurehead. I don’t actually do anything except boost morale. But people treat me like I make the laws. And Ingo never cared about my title, even after I told him. He just cared because I was me. Like my mom did. And Barry. I remembered him telling me before I sent him through the portal where he lived and asked me to come visit him and I fully intended to, even before… this happened. But then it did and I couldn’t think of anywhere else and I couldn’t sleep in my old home because I kept thinking Mom was going to call for me but she never did and Barry and his mom just reminded me of her and the entire Sinnoh region was just so full of her and I couldn’t… I couldn’t…” She swallowed thickly. “I had to leave. I couldn’t see people like this. So I got on Staraptor and just flew to Unova. I landed in a town… what was it… Icirrus City? I think? I remembered him talking about trains and I just hopped on the first one I could and rode it until I remembered the name of the town he’d said. I ended up in Nimbasa and I just sat on a bench. I saw him hop off a train and he was standing there, watching the people and I just… I started crying and I ran to him. I couldn’t help it anymore. I’d been holding it in and I just remembered that day in Hisui I was at my worst and Uncle Ingo let me into his house and just hugged me and let me cry and told me it would be okay…” 

Ingo remembered this as well. He heard footsteps approaching him from behind, and he held up a hand. He did not turn to see who it was. They stopped. 

“And he took me back and I met Emmet. And now I’m here. I’ve been here for a few days already and I feel so… I don’t know. I feel guilty for coming in like this so I’ve been trying to be as helpful as possible but its hard and I don’t really know how to act around Uncle Emmet yet because hes new and Ingo is different to how he was in Hisui, he’s more confident now and I’m not and I’m lost and I’m scared and-”

She was cut off by a sob. It became muffled. “Slow down a sec, okay? I can tell you right now that they both really like having you around. This is honestly the most peppy I’ve seen either of them since the last Subway Convention over five years ago. You said you make them sleep and eat and go home and do normal things. Before you came, they both would literally work twenty-four hours a day if people let them. They love their job, and thats really really good, but they also forget to stop. They both forget to eat regularly and they will have coffee as a meal. Dad gets really worried about them. He knows they’re adults and can’t just dote on them like he did when they were little and lived with him, but he still worries over them. I’m sure Elesa does too, though I don’t see her as much. They’re usually pretty good about keeping each other out of trouble, but sometimes they both get sucked in and need help and don’t think to ask for it. Emmet… it got bad when Ingo was gone. And now that Ingo is back, Emmet is getting better, but I don’t think either of them will ever be like it was before. And you sent him back! You said Arceus was not planning on returning him originally, right? So if you hadn’t been there, we would not have Ingo back at all. Just remember that.”

It was quiet now. Ingo crept away from the door, pushing Emmet away as well and retreating to the kitchen. Drayden was still in there and looked up to say something, but was stopped by their matching expressions. Emmet tapped on Ingo’s shoulder and signed. What do we do?

Ingo blinked. Truthfully, he had no idea. Tell her directly. She needs support. 

We have been.

Do it more. I don’t know what else to do. I’ve… never done anything like this before. 

How did you handle it in Hisui?

I usually just hugged her and let her talk it out to me. She did not come to me. I don’t want to pry, but she is struggling and I want to help. Ingo let his hands fall. A hand patted both of them on a shoulder, making them jerk up. 

“What’s the matter, boys?” Drayden asked quietly. They both stared at their uncle in silence for a moment. 

“Dawn was speaking to Iris. She does not think we want her here. Not completely. She spoke of her friends from Sinnoh. She is crying. We don’t know what to do.” Emmet spoke more softly than Ingo, and was thus able to take over for him. Ingo nodded solemnly, his eyes not quite meeting anyone else’s. 

“I see. If it were me, I would wait until she came to you about it. She is just worried about overstaying her welcome, is she not?” Both nodded. “Then remind her that she is allowed to stay as long as she needs. As often as she needs. I can tell you both care for her a great deal. I think one good way to show it will be to start with her own space, so she feels less like she’s just couchsurfing and more like this is her home. Let’s give them a couple more minutes and then go knock and ask if they want to start setting up, alright? I know Iris is eager to start and Dawn seemed excited, even if she didn’t show it.” 

The three of them broke off after that. Ingo made himself some tea and Emmet sat at the table and checked his Xtrans. Drayden used the restroom and knocked on Dawn’s door. “Are you girls ready to start setting up? We may have taken enough of a break now to get started.” 

Ingo could hear Iris’s voice float out of the room. “Oh, yeah! Just a sec, girl talk, we’ll be out in a bit!” Drayden then reappeared, sitting down with them and gazing out the window. Ingo hoped this worked. 

The girls appeared, Dawn looking no worse for wear and Iris about to burst at the seams. “Let's get this show on the road!” Iris called, leading Dawn over to the bags of things. 

“We were thinking we could move the heavier items into the room, and leave much of the rest of it to you. It’s your room now, after all. You are welcome to decorate as you wish,” Ingo said as he sipped his cup. He inwardly cringed. The taste was never quite the same it had been in Hisui, the Lilligant tea. 

With all five of them working together, they managed to get the purchases moved into the room and most things situated before Drayden announced his and Iris’s departure. Iris tackled both of the twins in a hug, telling them to see her again, and then latched on to Dawn, muttering something to her as she let go, waving and walking out with Drayden. 

Ingo and Emmet informed Dawn that if she would like help, they were just a call away, and otherwise, they would leave her to finish however she wanted. She told them she would be alright. They both nodded kindly, leaving her to her own devices and mindlessly cleaning around the living room. 

Truth be told, neither of them knew what to do with this much free time. Their job was their hobby and their hobby was their job. Now that they had legitimately nothing to do, but neither was ready to sit still and watch TV yet, they moved on autopilot, neither truly thinking their actions through as they did them. Ingo picked up a photograph and dusted under it. Emmet passed a vacuum under the couch. Ingo washed what few dishes there were in the sink. Emmet wiped down the table and the baseboards. Ingo dusted off the walls and ceiling. Emmet deep-cleaned the bathroom. 

And so on. 

They managed to make dinner eventually. Or rather, Ingo made dinner while he had Emmet do things like cut vegetables and measure out ingredients. Ever since Hisui, Ingo had gotten better at cooking. He remembered one recipe that Dawn had taken to, back in Hisui. He hoped it would cheer her up. 

As dinner finished, he sent Emmet to gather Dawn and set the table, still wearing his old apron. It was a gag gift from Elesa that said ‘kiss the cook’. He wore it just to annoy her, really. He set out three steaming bowls of the stew that he knew she liked, along with empty glasses and some spoons. He had to shoo away some Joltik. He fussed with the placemats on the table and took off his apron and did some dishes… what was taking Emmet so long?

Ingo went down the hall, stopping just outside the open door. It was bright inside Dawn’s room. He hovered his hand to knock as he heard Dawn speaking. 

“...you sure? I mean… I just appeared one day and I know that we’d never met before. I was close with Uncle Ingo and I know you guys are super close because you’re twins and all, but we still had never met and I’m just in your house now with my ghost mom and all my problems.”

“I do not mind. I am Emmet. I am your uncle now.” Ingo could practically hear the smile in his brother’s flat tone. 

“Only because I made you be-”

“Dawn.” It was silent for a moment. “I am Emmet. I am part of a two-car train. My other car was taken. I stayed one car for four years. It was lonely. I was lonely. I had Elesa and Uncle Drayden and Iris and our Pokemon. But I did not have my other car. They told me he was gone for good. He was dead. He left. Many things. I knew he did not. Ingo is not like that. And I was right. But I still stayed here, alone, for four years. Now he is back, and things have gotten better. I am not alone anymore. And he brought back a caboose. I still have nightmares that he is gone and all this is a dream. But then I wake up and you both are there. It is comforting.”

It was quiet again. Ingo heard the soft movement of fabric, but he did not enter. After a few moments of silence, he knocked gently, making himself known. “Dinner is ready, you two. Come refuel before it gets cold.” 

“Coming, Ingo,” he heard Emmet announce. Ingo moved away from the door and back into the kitchen, finding that Joltik had invaded one of the bowls. Ingo sighed and ladled out a new bowl, placing the Joltik bowl on the other side of the table and replacing it with the fresh bowl. As he was finishing scolding the Joltik, two pairs of feet entered the kitchen. Dawn trotted in first, sitting at the table. Emmet followed close behind her, catching Ingo’s eye. Emmet blinked. Ingo nodded, almost imperceptibly. Emmet’s smile quirked up a little bit more. Ingo lifted his hand and closed it into a fist, jerking it in a nodding motion. Emmet curtly shook his head. 

“Are you guys actually having an entire conversation over there?” Emmet grinned as he slipped past Ingo, a hand snaking out and messing up his silver hair, making his older brother grunt in indignation. Ingo narrowed his eyes as he dried his hands and sat next to Dawn, squinting at Emmet with a sour expression. He purposefully did not fix his hair. Emmet snorted. “Telepathy, I swear,” Dawn sighed. 

The meal went well. Dawn seemed excited about the food in particular, her eyes lighting up as soon as she spooned the first bit into her mouth. “Uncle Ingo, is this that one stew that I liked in Hisui? The one you couldn’t make much because you had trouble finding the ingredients?” Ingo nodded at her. She had noticed! “I missed this so much, thanks for making it again!” Ingo reached over and patted her shoulder. Internally, he was beaming. She had noticed! His plan had worked!

“Well, of course, Dawn. It was time to make something different for once, anyway.” Emmet made a noise of approval, too, making Ingo feel that fuzzy feeling again. It was nice to cook for others again. He spooned some of the concoction into his mouth, noting the creamy flavor so he could emulate it again next time. The Joltik seemed to enjoy it as well, greedily lapping up their own bowl and throwing off little sparks. 

“We have another day off tomorrow, as it is Sunday,” Ingo said after he cleared his mouth. “Is there anything we would like to do in particular?”

“I kind of missed being outside,” Dawn admitted. “I don’t know what there is to do around here, though. All I know about is the train station.” 

“Ingo,” Emmet said, getting his attention. He grinned and held up both hands, curling the first two fingers into claws and pawing at the air with them. Ingo’s eyes brightened as he recognized the sign. 

“What does that mean?” Dawn asked. 

Ingo merely said, “I believe you will enjoy our thoughts for tomorrow,” as he shoveled more of the flavorful broth into his mouth, his lips quirking up ever-so-slightly. 

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-> ingo as a dark and brooding detective ft. emmet as that deceptively pure-looking femme fatale. yep yepp

And now I can't help but think of a New York/Chicago, or better yet: Unova; during the 1940s and 1950s, controlled by gangsters and where crime ran rampant and no one was safe. A bit noir, one might say.

And in the dark night, you see Ingo strolling through the empty alleyways lit intermittently by the street lamps, with his hat pulled down over his face and his long coat billowing behind him as he walked through the city fumes.

And illuminated by the faint light of a bedside lamp Emmet, sitting at a window, with a provocative dress on, smoked a cigarette with a cigarette holder while waiting for his beloved

Meanwhile the whole city is sinking more and more into an abyss made of sex, crime and alcohol and from which Ghecsis controlled everything with an iron fist

And the two of them, in black and white, who lived lives on the edge between right and wrong, legal and illegal and so much more… they find themselves entangled in each other's lives at the hands of fate

But with all the mysteries that lurk around the city, the biggest of all, and important to them, is the one about their shared past that they don't remember

oh my god anon,, exactly!! jesus christ this is stunning!! ;w; def talking abt it more under the cut!

what a vision! those darker, smoggier days of unova, yet untouched by its potential for bright lights, entertainment, and innovation-- as if it doesn't mean the city's any less bustling of course, crawling w all sorts of ppl, especially the wrong types

their frickin outfits too!! anon is a genius,, letting emmet wear a provactive little thing that shows aaaall his best parts, skin in places to make u salivate, onlyy hidden by a suspiciously similar coat in a different color that our dashing hero wears ଘ(⁠≧ᴗ≦⁠)ଓ* ੈ✩‧₊˚

but imagine their dynamics most of all--

a more unforgiving yet thoughtful ingo with a passion and *cough* ideals bright enough to burn unova's scum to the ground,, too curious n romantic for his own good. hess got that charisma,, but unfortunately also that damned loyalty to his highest beliefs-- as all heroes r

and a hardened, more cunning emmet who's seen far too many truths to be as clean as the white he likes to wear to lower people's guards.

but ingo's out there waking and pulling at emotions emmet's thought long gone,, making him hope n love n noble n a needy mess at times, u know it!! emmet cant help visiting that one irresistible p.i, w his charrrming frown n the softest eyes emmets ever seen directed at him. even when ingo's most infuriated. haunting him even when he's elsewhere. such good feelings that should just stop :'33

and if he happens to drop a few names,, clues on the way. ppl and places. little tidbits abt this and that wrapped in a sarcastically candid tongue, disguised as banter wo a hint of concern. well, who knows, he might be luring ingo into a trap after all. yepp,, thats all there is,,,

in fact,, he's proud to say he's even learning to shut up more and more now. see? all it takes is time to control himselfff,,, hes now been witholding more information. ghetsis' dangerous plans catching in his throat as he looks at his lover n thinks of those victims of crime. ideals lost and trampled by the darkest of the city.

yepp,,

u see?

a noir romance indeed! :'D

[nemesis-is-my-middle-name]

Does Ingo magic Ever get UNblocked? Mayeb its an emergency and He overwhems the block trying to use it so hard bc Someone is in danger(maybe dying and he can heal them) or maybe its undone (Which I say Irida should have done the moment they gained his trust which makes me think that maybe its not very simple easy or possible)

The broken bond is gut-wrenching I cant stand it, maybe instead being in Hisui means hes too far to SUMMON Chandelure but Its still there,just faint and faded. A soul bond is a soul bond its not 'till death do them part' its 'Where you go I will follow' , a thing that goes beyond death which does lend it toward being more an ace only type of deal. The ONLY reason that Emmet knows Ingo is alive is that Chandelure is still there. Its empathetic tho so maybe pain or distress can filter through the bond as strained as it is which Does Not Reasure Emmet.

WELL, i mean i can't very well say he has this crazy powerful magic and then not ever let him use it, can i lol. the question is just... how.

though re: irida, i think it's also not so much a lack of trust as just like. i mean like i said before, it feels like playing catch with high explosives. like, ingo doesn't even remember where he learned light magic, what if he tries to use it one time and screws up and something goes horribly wrong?? what's the guarantee he can control it perfectly every time? that his instinctive memory of how to use it is guaranteed to be right? it just feels safer for everyone to not even try. plus it's not like he's ever complained about it so he must not mind, right? ...right?

i do love the idea that he can undo it himself tho and just... hasn't yet out of courtesy. i mean, thinking about it, someone must have been around to soulbond them with their aces the first time, and if light is another primal force on the level of space/time/sky, maybe they can just make that tap themselves. and i don't remember if i've really discussed this before but reshiram/zekrom are deeply humanistic gods, so it's entirely possible that unlike others, an accomplished light mage doesn't even need a divine object to act as a conduit. light magic is already so responsive to human desire. so ingo's left it as it is because irida's clearly concerned about it, but then he has very good reason to use magic and he just. rewrites his own personal truth to not include it, like it's nbd. and irida's like (suddenly even more terrified of him) YOU COULD DO THAT THIS WHOLE TIME??

though funny as that mental image is if he's just forcibly overpowering it like you described, i also feel like that would be very taxing. especially if he's also interfering with or working around his soulbond with sneasler (or whatever her name is in this world). like he succeeds in whatever healing magic he needed to do, and then passes out immediately afterwards. and now whoever was dying isn't anymore but he might be, they can't immediately tell, and everyone's got a lot of questions that apparently only irida can answer

...another option, if the original soulbond with chandelure isn't broken (maybe just like, repressed or very faint) is that in his moment of panic, it's actually chandelure it self (or emmet, through chandelure?) that reaches out through the soul link and undoes the block. and it's like, the first approximation of proper contact they've had with him since he disappeared, and their only new information from it is that someone not only fucked with chandelure's soul link but completely locked his magic, what the fuck are they doing to him?? whoever's doing it is pissed the hell off but the link isn't very stable so they really only have time to unlock it and for ingo to get a vibe that someone somewhere is Very Angry, and then it's gone and the link is dead again and he's got bigger problems.

[ Anonymous: I think I need to clarify when I said "Where u Go I will follow" bc its. Late and I wasn't quite thinking all my thoughts onto the page. Bonded dont die the moment thir other does. Its just like a broken heart that bleeds for them. Chandelure however Is a ggost and probably immediately follow just by nature of being ghostly. most creatures DO die of a broken heart bc Bonded are very close Partners. Not all. Some pick up the pieces and forge on but their is a grief to them for the rest of days. ]

i do think that if the bond is there, it should be so faint as to be almost imperceptible bc otherwise it gives too much away/leaves too much of an open lead re: ingo and his past, and especially considering the mechanics of adding more than one soulbond might interfere with his being a warden. unless it's so dim and repressed that irida didn't even notice it at the time. though thinking of it, that could be a potential answer to "why is ingo joining this party:" he's trying to pursue this vague lead as to his past, and figures traveling with them is as good a way to do it as any.

[nimbasa-librarian]

On Your Behalf

“You’ve got a lotta fuckin’ nerve!!” 

Emmet startled at his friend’s shouting, eyes catching the startled gaze of two passengers on the subway

“What?” 

“Ye he’rd me!” Anya glowered “Talkin’ out loud sayin’ such cruel thin’s when ye know he’s right here!!” 

Emmet seemed to only just realize that's what she was mad about. 

“Ah, Anya-” 

“Hey- its not-” 

“Not wha?? A big deal?? Sayin’ someone’s happy someone they love disappeared?? You don’ know ‘im!!” 

The rumors swirling around Emmet six months after Ingo’s disappearance were really starting to get nasty. 

Rumors he had something to do with the disappearance, that he had been jealous of his brother, that he’d secretly hated him. 

That he was happy his brother was gone. 

Sure, it hurt, but it wasn’t something that Emmet wasn’t at least a bit used to as a public figure in Nimbasa. Elesa had been keeping an eye on anything being published, but couldn’t do much about rumors. 

But judging by just how real Anya’s current scowl was, it seemed she was going to try to take that into her own hands. 

“Neither’a you got any fuckin’ manners!! If y’r gonna be a buncha spineless cowards spreadin’ bullshit, do it at home!!” 

Lucky for everyone involved, the two bozos stage whispering about how “happy” Emmet looked (he was not. He was tired) bolted the moment the subway car got to its next station. 

Was that their station? Did it matter?

Daniel and Drew were promptly trying to get Anya’s full attention to calm her down, and Emmet would admit he was at a bit of a loss as to if he could help. 

“... Anya?” 

She glanced over at him, before looking down at her hands, then back at him. 

“Ah… you are upset. Let us get off at the next station. We can walk” 

She just nodded, and Drew wrapped his arms around Anya’s. Daniel ended up doing the same to Emmet’s arm, opposite his arm band, and giving off an odd purring sound. He had heard it before, it was a sound of… gratitude? That was the best word for it. 

When they got off, Emmet directed Anya to the employee doors, and - with practiced ease, found his way to the quiet room across the way from the offices in that particular station. 

He shut the door behind him, and looked back at Anya, who hadn’t said a word, and she signed a simple word - a question

[Good?]

Emmet almost wanted to laugh “I am Emmet. I should be asking you that. You got very upset” 

Her brow knit in confusion 

[Of course.]

“Of course?” 

Anya took a moment to think - clearly trying to sort out the Unovan from Galarian sign in her head, before returning to the conversation with - 

[They hurt you. Mean words. Need to shut up]

Emmet huffed “Anya, I do not need defending from baseless rumors.” he argued “I am used to it” 

She didn’t respond to that, clearly frustrated but not about ready to speak just yet. Emmet looked towards the sensory tools. 

“Do you want a fidget?” 

She shook her head, sitting down on the larger couch and leaning her head back, Drew looking frustrated, but more so with her than him, it seemed. 

Daniel shared a look with him, and - still wrapped around Emmet’s arm, encouragingly pulling him towards the couch. 

Emmet decided to take the pokemon’s lead, and sat down a respectful distance away from Anya. When he sat down, Daniel let go of them, and seemed to spot something, and his face lit up with an idea. 

Daniel returned to his side with a pen and some loose papers that were left on the table just across the room. 

“Ah, perfect!” 

Emmet took a deep breath - if Anya wanted to use this, it might help, certainly 

“Thank you, Daniel” 

Emmet looked back over to Anya, who was doing some sort of breathing exercise. A part of him wanted to know which one, and watched for a few moments. 

Ah. Box breathing. Smart. 

He waited for a little longer, seeing her fall back into a normal breathing pattern, and opening her eyes. 

“Anya?” 

She looked over at him. 

“Would you like a pen and paper?” 

Her eyes lit up at the offer, and she nodded. He handed her the paper and pen, and she leaned over to the side table, immediately starting to scribble. Emmet just hoped that he could read her handwriting. 

It took her quite a while - he almost felt nervous. 

But he eventually was handed the paper, and looked over the message she scribbled down in her script. 

‘Of course I was upset. Those people knew that you had to keep up your decorum in public, and expected to get away with spreading flat-out lies about you and hurting your feelings! I have no such reputation, and rather than let them get away with treating you in such a way, I took the matter into my own hands. If they had not left, my time in wrestling would have come in handy. You are my friend. Friend’s defend each other.’

Emmet stared down at the words his friend had scribbled, and was filled with a sense of intense gratitude - and just a hint of confusion. 

Emmet swallowed his emotion for a moment, looking over at his friend and asking- 

“You used to wrestle?” 

[hehe-hoho-ohno]

Uhhh for the ask game, 4, 13, 26, 40, 45, 48, snd 63??

If this is too many questions, please choose the ones you feel most like answering!

I also wanted to say your work is awesome and thanks for sharing it!! Your characterizations of the twins are awesome and very cool!!!

I'm gonna post this now before I go to sleep and lose my sleep-deprived confidence lol

Aaaaaa! Thank you! I'm glad you like it!

That is a lot of questions, but I will do my best!

4. What is the plot bunny you've been carrying the longest? Optional bonus question: do you ever wonder why you haven't written it yet and experience deep existential dread?

Eh, the plot bunny I've had the longest is some non-fandom stuff, to which I will spare you the details.

My longest held *submas* plot bunny would be a Nimbassa Trio focused story. It would have been a young Elesa POV fic where she is on her pokemon journey, where she occasionally runs into and slowly befriends Ingo and Emmet. The catch is, due to only ever seeing them separately, she thinks they are one very eccentric and forgetful person rather than two identical twins. Hijinks ensue.

I haven't written it because I started writing Two Car Train instead, and it wasn't an idea I was super attached to.

13. Talk about a writing experience that pleasantly surprised you

Not to give the same answer that everyone gives to this question, but the positive response my works have received. A lot of people have been extremely kind and supportive, and I am very grateful.

26. Do you like to write one-shots or series, and why?

I prefer one-shots because I'm more likely to finish those and there is less pressure overall.

45. Name three of your favorite fanfic writers.

This is such a difficult question. There are so many good ones! In fact, I'm so bad at picking favorites I'm about to pick way more than 3. Ngl, this is such a mean question. There are so many writers that I like.

The submas/PLA ones: (in no particular order, and despite being stupidly long I'm still somehow leaving out a lot of really good writers that I really like)

- WaywardStation (if you want Uncle Ingo content, this is where you go. Immaculate Ingo characterisation all around)

- Random_ag (their fics that aren't YOUR GOING BACK HOME FUCKER actually don't do that well statistically. If you have time, you should check some of their other stuff out and drop a comment :))

- Blaiddsumu (they're better known for their art here on Tumblr.hellsite but they do write as well and it's very good. I particularly liked the Undertale crossover)

- DoobleBugs (like above, better known for their art but they have some banger fics too)

- Koidefender: (Nobody reads their Emmet centric stuff. You should read their Emmet centric stuff)

- EVTrainingUniversity (Has recently passed 50 pokemon fics, and I am impressed)

- Bluegamergirl11 (great for hurt/comfort. Will stomp on your heart and then put a bandage on it.)

- StellarCoachman (updates so quickly and I'm very impressed.)

- ImpossibleJedi4 (all around cool dude)

- 4phoenixfeathers (I am particularly fond of their fusion AU)

- Yautjan (In Tandem is so good)

(I'm cutting myself off here or we'll be here all day)

Non-submas writers: (they are all Sanders Sides writers, which was accidental on my part)

- SoDoRoses (lots of queer content. Has gender. Has ace rep)

- AdrianaintheSnow (sometimes I will read the summaries and be all 'I dunno about this one, chief' but then I'll actually read it and it's a banger everytime)

- arealsword (thoughtful, existential, and clever writing. One of my all time favorites. Strange AUs but the bizarrness is a key part of the charm)

48. Do you reread your own stories?

Sometimes. If I'm trying to return to a muilt-chapter, I'll read the previous chapters to jog my memory. Unfortunately, there is a 50/50 chance that I'll find my old work so painfully cringe that I physically can't read it.

63. What's the best insult you've read in a fic?

I know I must have read some absolutely scathing ones, but I'm afraid nothing is coming to mind right now. Sorry!

[u-ntitled-s-eries]

Subway Bosses + Detective!Reader - Introduction Part 1

How You Met

You never took the chance to try the Battle Subway before becoming a detective. And now that you were a detective, odds were that chance wasn't going to be available any time soon. Still, the people of the Nimbasa precinct have painted a pretty clear picture of the Subway Bosses. A pair of twins, fearsome in battle, unwavering in their devotion to the Gear Station, and very friendly if a little peculiar. Which made meeting them for work-related business all the more underwhelming.

Nimbasa had been hit with a spree of robberies recently, and the captain assigned you the case. So far nobody had gotten hurt during the burglaries, but the mayor was breathing down the department’s neck to catch the thief before things took a turn for the worse. Police everywhere were on high alert, and you were more than ready to accept the role of leading the investigation. Sure, you weren’t uncovering some grand conspiracy or anything, but you couldn’t exactly say no to the captain. Especially with a case that had this many eyes on it. The distance traveled coupled with the frequency of the robberies suggested the perpetrator was using the subway as a means of transportation; perhaps the depot agents could give some insight.

It didn’t take long for you to find an agent once you got to the Gear Station. You told him about the investigation, hoping he could either answer your questions or at least direct you to someone who could. What you didn’t expect was for him to lead you through a maze of hallways along with several doors that you’re fairly certain were for employees only. Finally, you reached a rather large room lined wall to wall with all sorts of machines and monitors. Depot agents were standing at each console, along with two people you quickly recognized as Subway Bosses Ingo and Emmet.

Despite the curt introduction - you were on the clock with a time-sensitive case, after all - the Subway Bosses quickly agreed to help you with the investigation however they could. Over the following days, you spent your shifts at the Gear Station, either reviewing the evidence gathered so far, or exploring any possible leads.  For their part, Subway Bosses Ingo and Emmet were nothing but professionals, providing you with the necessary resources and teaching you about the complex system that is the underground rails. Whether it was Ingo helping you comb over whatever information you could get your hands on, or searching the physical tunnels with Emmet; you were always with at least one of them at all times. It’s safe to assume you would’ve been figuratively and literally lost without their help.

Then you found it; an old timesheet, buried under weeks’ worth of paperwork, which had the missing link that tied the trains, times, and locations all together. One phone call later, you were reporting the discovery to the captain, only pausing for breath whenever the captain interrupted to ask a question or finished your train of thought. All that was left to do now was head back to the station and turn in your report.

With one final word from the captain, you hung up and turned back around. Only to see the Subway Bosses staring at you. You had gotten so caught up in your little epiphany that you nearly forgot the two other people in the room.

“Gentlemen,” you smiled, trying to regain your composure, “I’ll be needing a copy of these documents for my final report. You’ve both been of great help to the case, and it’s been a pleasure working with you.” “The pleasure’s been all ours,” Ingo responded, “It’s an honor to know that someone so dedicated to upholding justice is working in Nimbasa! Do not hesitate to seek us out, should you require our assistance again!”

At Emmet’s behest, you let him walk you out of the station - though you wonder if he just wanted to leave Ingo to clean up all of the paperwork you had unearthed in your investigation.

“I will miss working with you,” he said as the two of you reached the exit, “Being a detective is exciting. It’s not as thrilling as a Pokemon battle, but still fun. Will you try the Battle Subway soon?” “I don’t know if I’ll ever have time to try the Double Line. But how about this,” you smile and turn to face Emmet, “If something bad ever happens - to you or Ingo, or even the subway - I’ll be the first one on the case. And I’ll do everything I can as a detective to see justice is served. Deal?”

You hold out your hand. Maybe it’s just your sleep-deprived eyes playing tricks, but Emmet’s smile seemed to get just a little brighter.

“Deal!” he took your hand, “I will hold you to your word, Detective!”

For whatever reason, I'm very fascinated by the dynamic between the Subway Masters and a Detective!Reader. Feel free to suggest ideas or ask questions; let's explore this idea together!

[smallestapplin]

(I have returned as promised with the Emmet version. Reader is AFAB. I haven't written for Emmet before so please bear with me. Constructive criticism is welcome.)

Emmet 🤍

Emmet knows he likes to be the dominant one. He was very competitive about it to, he always said he liked winning more than anything elae. Which made him consider himself to be a top for the longest time.

However he doesn't mind it when his s/o takes over from time to time...

They had a great outing together, a nice picnic at the park, Emmet thought what better time to tease his beloved than when they were alone in a romantic setting. However he just couldn't help himself to a little teasing. I mean she was tall, gorgeous, and down right sexy in that Grecko Roman styled dress.

How it hugged her body, her hips. Those succulently scrumptious thighs. Emmet was frothing just looking at her.

He may have been not so subtle with his teasing. However his s/o seemed to be quiet tolerant of it, he should reward her for it.

Hearing the keys jingle as he unlocked the door to their shared abode, he steps in and allows her to enter. He was still a gentlemen after all. "That was a verrrry nice outing my dear!" He said, holding the picnic basket with one hand as he turned and shut the door. "We should do that more often I-"

He didn't have time to finish before he was pinned against the door, the basket falling to the floor. Good thing they are all their food from their meal. Though now that Emmet mentions it she still looked verrry hungry, and not for food.

"You honestly think that I would let your teasing go unpunished my little joltik?" That made him swallow thickly, apprehension sparking up inside him. So she was just bidding her time to pounce, clever girl.

He felt one of her hands slide underneath his coat to his waist, causing him to shiver. Though he couldn't look away from her gaze, he was transfixed on it. Like a mothim to a flame. "D-dear I-" he couldn't even stammer out a response before she crashed her lips against his own.

It was passionate and dominant, she was completely in control over him. Her strength alone was enough to subdue him, and he.... He loved it. He loved that she had her way with him like this, he felt the familiar arousal begin to churn within him. All the things she could do to him.

Her other hand moved to tug off his coat and thrust it onto the coat rack beside them. Still fully focused on devouring his mouth with her own. He didn't even notice his hat had fallen off when she suddenly lifted him off the floor. Now grasping his thighs as she hoisted him up into her grasp.

He didn't realize what he was doing until he instinctively wrapped his legs around her waist. Causing him only to blush a deep crimson from embarrassment. When she pulled away to catch her breath she smirked. "oh look at you all shy... And to think my confident little joltik has gotten bashful with me. I wouldn't have thought"

He felt himself being whisked away towards the bedroom without another moment to ponder further.

....

"Oh your doing so good for me~"

Emmet was in sheer bliss. His beloved had her grasp firmly on his thighs as she pounded him into her pussy ferociously. He had lost count how many times he's cummed. Maybe two? Three? Didn't matter, he was relishing it. He had his mouth sloppily suckling one of her breasts as he kneaded them like bread dough. He couldn't stop the noises. He would briefly pause to breath before whining a plea or praise, before going back to her chest.

He felt a sudden sting in his ass, causing him to yelp. Only for the hot breath in his ear to hiss "did i tell you to stop thrusting? Work with me!" It was a demand he obeyed without question. Matching her movements he rode her pussy like it was a tauros rodeo. Chasing that sweet sweet ecstasy they he craved.

When she slapped his ass again he felt his cock twitch. He knew he was close, and how her cunt was clenching. She was close to. "Just a little more little joltik, cum for me pretty boy" she growled

He only lasted a few more seconds. He screamed out her name as he rode out his last high. He usually wasn't as loud as his brother, but he didn't really care right now.

He collapsed onto her, completely spent. Panting like he ran marathon. His beloved wasn't too far off either, slowly snaking her arms around him in a gentle hold.

"I love you Emmet" was eventually the breathy response she broke the silence with. Making his head shoot up from her chest, a famous grin widening from ear to ear. "I love you too. I should tease you more often~"

-Not Emmet anon

WE LOVE A TALL QUEEN!😩

I love the idea of him being on top but not even close to being in control and getting spanked to keep him going.

Overstimulation, my favorite.

Thank you not emmet anon, truly a gift.

[ihaveatheoryonthat]

Darlin’ Clementine

I only started writing this one last night, but as soon as I got to the point I ended on, I knew I wasn’t going to return to it. Like, maybe someday, I guess, but not in the immediate future. While the standard warnings apply-- that the narrative jumps around a lot and has editing notes left in-- I need to add this:

This piece features an on-screen character death. It’s implied that, after we see it, it’s almost immediately undone, but that’s important to know going in. There’s also some violent imagery following shortly thereafter. And mention of vomit. If you’re okay going forward knowing all of that, have at it.

---

The Platinum Clan guards its history jealously, as if afraid the researchers who come to study might steal it away. Perhaps this is a holdover of the insular Pearls, or a natural byproduct of the Diamonds’ belief in the sacredness of time. In practice, it means that very little escapes its bubble without their elders’ direct say so.

Alolan [researchers] are allowed to view their texts on Nobles only because their Totem Pokemon so resembled the blessed creatures. [Example]. The only true exception to the rule are the remnants of the Celestica tribe, many of whom are content to live ignorant of their shared history, but are welcomed to learn if they so choose.

The public at large, however, remains unaware of the historical and scientific facts kept within the clan’s iron grasp. Knowledge of Alphas, Hisuian variants, Nobles and their Wardens all stay under strict lock.

So it is unlikely-- incredibly unlikely-- for information regarding one particular Warden to reach a man clear across the world, but, somehow, it happens. Nearly a decade after his brother’s disappearance, Emmet finds himself in a [backwater/old timey] village in Sinnoh, gingerly holding a photograph of a man who looks so like him.

That, more than anything, is why he is permitted here in the first place. It’s not so strange, he’s told, likely in response to the look on his face-- why, there are a number of people in Sinnoh today who look uncannily like the ancestors who first settled here. Emmet wisely refrains from arguing against the point, from stating too harshly that their family hails strictly from Unova and Galar-- it’s taken years to get this far, and he’s not about to lose this lead.

It turns out, however, that the historian he’s speaking with already knows that’s not the case. The Warden in the picture he’s holding had no children on record, and, while it’s not impossible for something to have been missed, it seems unlikely in the face of one other fact: this man’s origin is one of the mysteries none in the Platinum Clan have been able to see through. Considering the resemblance, wouldn’t it make sense if he was a diasporic Unovan?

There’s not much Emmet can do to disprove that point. Technically, it’s true-- just at a greater magnitude than the researcher has been led to believe.

This should sting. The knowledge that his brother has been dead for centuries should tear and rend and leave him [?], but even if he hadn’t accepted Ingo’s disappearance, Emmet had come to terms with it. Finally, it seems all that time spent driving himself crazy, exhausting every avenue of investigation, might actually be of some use. Now that he knows the problem, he know exactly how to address it.

It’s not okay, what happened, but it will be. Emmet can still put things right.

–-

Helpful though the Platinum Clan’s records are, they only give Emmet a benchmark to work from. He still needs to seek out Celebi on his own, which proves to be quite the task.

[…]

When the Pearl leader catches sight of him, her expression crumples.

[...]

She offers to take him to the Pearl Clan’s gravesite. Not for the first time, he refuses.

Just a few years off, then; minor adjustments still need to be made.

---

Instead of asking Celebi [whatever] immediately, Emmet ventures to Jubilife Village to glean whatever information he can. As he passes through, the residents watch after him like they’re seeing a ghost.

The man helming the operation is surprisingly helpful, and while a great deal of the information he’s given are facts he’d already been aware of, he’s grateful for everything he can get. Red-clad guards look on as he heads to the southern gate, where he’s told the incident had occurred. There’s no practical reason for it. He walks there on autopilot, less because he believes there’s anything to be gleaned from the site [x] years after the fact, and more because he’s been given a direction.

Celebi tilts its head and flits further down the enclosed pathway, to an area that overlooks a small, secluded beach. When it [idk], Emmet thinks it’s going to take them back on its own volition-- has just a moment to panic because no, that’s not how this is supposed to go.

Instead, the air shimmers like heat rising off of pavement, and an illusionary scene is set.

Emmet doesn’t want this. He hates to think that this is the first time he’s seen his brother in years-- as something more than just a static image-- and it’s going to end in his twin’s death. At the same time, part of him registers how useful the information will be. Isn’t that why he made the effort to come here? He intends to find Ingo and bring him home without delay, but knowing what stops to avoid would prove invaluable.

Before him there are-- were?-- two Pokemon, and while their claws clash, it’s clear that they’re only engaged in a mock fight. The Gliscor weaves around the talon strikes with practiced ease, daring the Weavile to get close, to try and score a super effective hit when the motion would bring it in range of a readied stinger. The Weavile, askance, looks to where Emmet stands, and it’s only when a phantom hand reaches to instruct it that he thinks to step back.

Emmet had nearly forgotten how few favors photography did for his brother. Here, in motion, the set of Ingo’s frown doesn’t seem nearly so severe, and the emptiness in his eyes is replaced with a keen interest in the goings-on before him. Whatever commands he calls to Weavile are lost to the ages, but [idk]. Despite the years apart, the pride in his expression as Weavile’s claws strike home is easy to read.

It’s so nice to step back and witness that, for a moment, Emmet forgets the circumstance. He almost misses it as one of the guards in red approaches from the village, idling further from the skirmish than Ingo stands. By the time he remembers, by the time the position at his brother’s back registers, the man has already slipped a tanto through Ingo’s chest.

The battle comes to a screeching halt as he tumbles down, clutching uselessly at the growing [idk] in his pale tunic. Gliscor’s eyes stagger from its downed trainer to the form beyond him, and its features contort in way Emmet has never seen outside of horror movies. All of the calculated grace it had on display before is gone, replaced by erratic swings of its tail, pincers grasping and tearing at anything it can reach.

It’s… incredible how gentle Pokemon are when they interact with humans. It’s also incredible how much damage they can do once they disregard that inter-societal nicety.

The Gliscor’s wing is torn by a lucky swipe of the short sword, one ear nicked where the blade tried to blind it and glanced off course, but the [damage] is nothing the bat won’t bounce back from. That’s far more than can be said for the guard. When its target has stopped moving, Gliscor abandons it and crawls, earthbound, back toward Emmet.

Though he doesn’t dare look back, he still sees the trembling hand that smooths over its head, leaving a stark smear of blood in its wake.

This… was not helpful. Not in the slightest. Once the vision has faded and the threat of seeing his twin’s lifeless form has passed, Emmet staggers two steps to the side and retches with what feels like all of the force in his body. Any inclination he might have had to return to the village and investigate the underlying machinations at play is gone, replaced with the need to undo what he’d witnessed right now. He doesn’t care why the red guard had felt the need to commit murder. He doesn’t care that that was why they’d been staring daggers at him this whole time. All he cares about is keeping Ingo as far away as possible from this awful place, from Jubilife Village as a whole.

He remembers, vaguely, the thought he’d had in the Platinum Clan’s sanctuary-- that the knowledge of his brother’s death should have rent and torn at him. Belatedly, it has. He feels very much like the guard’s corpse on the ground, ripped to shreds with unrelenting ferocity.

When there’s nothing left in his stomach, he manages to climb back to his feet and seizes Celebi by either side of its delicate body, demanding, in no uncertain terms, that it help him fix this. The little fairy looks beyond him, as if it can still see the crumpled form of a displaced human on the ground and, without adjusting its gaze, [does so].

---

[...] He tenses at the sight of the Gliscor’s pincer so close to fragile human flesh, but as soon as the fear occurs to him, it’s dismissed in the same thought. There’s no threat in the here and now. There never will be, not for Ingo-- not when the bat disregarded all human-Pokemon [conventions] in the name of avenging its trainer. If anything, its presence at his side-- where it can directly intervene if need be-- is a much needed safety measure.

[dittolicous]

I feel like the situation would be reversed. Sinnoh law would have a hard time getting Lady Sneasler and her children for a few reasons. 1.) Ingo and co are already in Unova and enforcing laws in different countries is nigh impossible especially since it might only be illegal in one country. 2.) As of right now we have no reason to believe that there is any laws that say you can't own extinct pokemon, they can own fossil pokemon, also long extinct. It is also legal to own legendaries.

Well I mean if you wanna go by the most basic game logic, but I'm trying to give this a more actualized, lived-in world

Re: Legendarys - these fall under the category of 'no one should really have that kind of power, but what are going to do?' because you can't exactly tell a God what to do. if a legendary Pokemon chooses to go with a person out of their own free will, then that's it. Now, if you're trying to force a legendary to follow your command (like Villain Teams usually do) then law enforcement can jump in. Otherwise, there's only a few protective measures and protocols to ensure such Pokemon won't be abused or misused

Fossil Pokemon - There is a bit of a difference between Pokemon who died out millions or billions of years ago and have little cultural importance vs one that died out in living memories and is LITERALLY a Noble of a Sinnoh Clan/culture, holding deep importance.

Along with that, fossil Pokemon are revived from legit intact fossils (for the most part) and are considered to fall under the umbrella of cloning technology. To do so, they need a certain amount of fossil/DNA to work with and the technology used does not work well with non-fossilized materials.

(Cara Liss is a lawsuit waiting to happen and yes, it will)

Plus, at least in the 'catching trains' world, reviving mammal Pokemon is leagues harder than non-mammalian. I mean, look at the whole New/Mewtwo fiasco. And hence why all fossil Pokemon are reptilian or the like. But in Lady Sneasler's situation, cloning isn't much of an option.

So while you can have a fossil Pokemon, there are still hoops you have to jump through and while Galar is a fucked up land where anything goes, in the other parts of the world, there are legal standards and regulations involved.

Regional difference - This is where things get tricky! Because we are talking about a world where one can vary easily be teleported through time and space at any moment! So, there are laws, regulations, procedures, and agreements in place across all regions for Pokemon related shenanigans.

In Ingo and Dawn's situation, there are a lot of ways to spin it, particularly because... There's no good explanation for what happened and how they got the Pokemon except for the honest truth. And with the right lawyer? Well, anything is possible.

For instance, yes they are now on Unovan land, BUT the Pokemon were acquired on Sinnoh soil! And then, this is the important part, KNOWINGLY taken to forgeign land despite being culturally important extinct Pokemon. That's willfully running from the law by one Miss Champion, who has shown that she knew of their extinction.

And Dawn herself IS a Sinnoh resident, a minor even, so it could be pushed to have her return to Sinnoh, at which point they force her to give up the team

Ingo is a whole boat-load of issues as a 3+year long missing person aaaaand... Someone declared dead. Dead people cannot own Pokemon, extinct or otherwise. If Emmet takes them under his name, that becomes an issue of illegal Pokemon trade, since they were legit Hisuin/Sinnoh Pokemon, who followed someone else home, and then KNOWINGLY placed under his name in spite of species protection.

There's many ways to spin a case when it comes to protecting cultures and endangered species. A good lawyer has much power, and there are many forces that are willing to spend that money or spread nasty reports (not false but spun in negative fashions) to win public approval for pushing Pokemon seizer forward.

[royalty-subway-headcanons]

Ok how about the twins with a s/o who has and alpha oshawott? I just think he’s neat 💕

alpha oshawott, my friend-

Sordward

Yoooooo… your dog looks very weird, why are they so tall??? Okay, he knows that Oshawott is an Unova starter, but still, why is it so tall my guy?

… What do you mean this “alpha” Oshawott is from Hisui??? What is even an “alpha” Pokemon??? STOP LYING TO HIM-

Okay, for real, he’s very confused about the reason why your Oshawott is so tall. But I suppose that some Pokemons are born to be taller than others-

Except… this particular Oshawott’s height is probably NOT considered normal. Or what you’d normally see, he apologizes if that sounded rude, but damn-

… He still enjoys being around them, somehow. I mean, at least he doesn’t have to constantly bend down just to give them some attention.

Shielbert

Well, he hasn’t seen an Oshawott before. Until now, and he never knew they were this tall since it’s a starter Pokemon in Unova. But they’re still very cute-

… Oh. Nevermind, this Oshawott wasn’t from Unova. It’s from Hisui… And the reason why they’re big it’s because they’re an “alpha”, as you claim it. Not sure how you can bring alpha Hisuian Pokemons in the present time, but whatever-

Wait, with your Oshawott being at the size and height that they are. Wouldn’t that mean they’d be way more taller when they reached their final evolution? Man-

… He’s a bit scared once that day comes when your Oshawott evolves. But eh, might as well enjoy the time we have right now with them.

Which would mostly consist of him just spoiling the Pokemon from how tall they are. Since they’re cute, but the fact that they're THIS tall makes the thought of their final evolution’s height a bit spooky-

Emmet

… Starter Pokemons really just went big mode today. Go big mode, I guess. Seriously though, what the hell is wrong with your starter Pokemon- ;w;

Did you like, feed it too much? OH WAIT. Alpha Pokemon, your Oshawott is an alpha Pokemon… He has never seen one before, but man-

He really likes them. He can’t tell if it’s because he thinks Oshawott is adorable, or just because it’s very big. But like, just look at them-

… He could try to pick them up. But he doesn’t know if he’s going to succeed in that. But trying is all that matters, as he broke his spine-

Like, alpha Oshawott is very neat. You’re not wrong on that. HOWEVER, consider the following; alpha Joltik. Not as cool as dynamax Joltik, but- (… What do you mean alpha Joltik isn't real-)

Ingo

Hm. Well, he would be a bit concerned on how you managed to bring an alpha Hisuian Pokemon in the present time. Since uh, one, they’re meant to be extinct (at least some Hisuian forms). Two, it’s an alpha-

Like, alpha Pokemons are pretty dangerous…! According to those in Hisui, they’re just big, strong, aggressive and at a higher level than regular Pokemons. So uh… how the hell did you get one-

… You could argue that he owned at least three alpha Pokemons. But like, those were in Hisui times! He has no idea what happened to them! Nor even remember them, so… how could you even possibly know that-

… He probably still enjoys being around Oshawott, though. I mean, once a trainer catches an alpha Pokemon, it should be safe. So everything should be okay-

Like… They’re still pretty cute, even with the height they have… They even look polite to be around so… Yay, or something, I don’t know- (he can probably pet them or something-)

[archersxartxblog]

the start materpost

welp, here's the first part of that super long chapter.

Just training a Magikarp

Chapter 16

Word had spread quickly down through the river, of a human catching a vast amount of not just their kind but other Pokemon as well, with the majority being released back into the wild a few days later. Only a few Pokemon seemed to remain with the human, being chosen for some strange purpose to get stronger. 

Not one of their kind had been chosen, just caught in bulk before being poked and prodded, then released back into the water. Not even a Gyarados had been chosen above some of the other pokemon. 

While she had hoped her time would never come and when it eventually did she had honestly expected that like all the other Magikarp, she would be sent back into the river. 

Yet here she was, swimming next to a human, standing only so far in, staring up at the falling water that made up Mt Coronet’s largest waterfall. 

The human was different than the one often described by others. The human they described was taller, with long dark fur on their head and covered in blue cloth. No, her human had gray fur on his head and was normally clan in the light colours of one of the human schools. Expect, for now, now all he wore was black scale tight cloth around his lower limbs. Looking very much like the Lady of the Cliffs Warden, she had seen him standing next to the Warden along with his sibling; it was clear that he was one of the Warden’s spawns.

“Dad says that something special happens when a Magikarp is able to climb to the top of a waterfall.” Her human companion spoke, his voice easily carrying through the cliffs causing a few heads to turn their way, yet none approached. “This is the largest waterfall I know of, it might take some time and a lot of hard work but if we train hard, you should be able to get strong enough to climb it.”

She turned to look at him eyes wide only to see him looking back, his expression as unreadable as a Gyarados’s, but with a smile in those eyes. 

Had she really been chosen to become stronger?

“The only move you seem to know is splash, which while fun in a splashing fight with Emmet, is not very useful in battle. So battling other Pokemon is not going to be our best option.” 

Sadly that was true, the signature move of her kind was never quite as good as those of other Pokemon, at best they were lucky if they would be able to wiggle out of a predator's grasp. So Magikarp was quite glad that she would not be forced to fight.

“But I have a plan that could help both of us in a way.” she watched as the human started to fidget, looking around nervously. “Y-you see, Dad is taking me and Emmet to the Coastlands next week, an-and I know it would mean a lot to Emmet if we could go swimming in the ocean,” the Human took a shattering breath, his voice slowly getting louder as he spoke. “I-I am not comfortable in the water, sic-since I am not a strong swimmer.”

That she could understand, there were many Magikarp out there including herself that often struggled against the water and its currents. And she had been born the water, it was hard to imagine what that would be like for a land being.

Yet at the same time, Magikarp had seen her human’s sibling, the one that was called Emmet, take to the water easily. So if his sibling could swim with no problem then what couldn’t He?

She quickly turned to face him, her eyes searching his limbs for any kind of damage that might hinder him in the water. 

There were a few light marks on his upper limbs.

A large bite mark on his upper body, that might have punctured a swim bladder. Though she wasn’t sure if land dwellers had those.

His lower limbs seemed mostly fine, it was only when she looked around the join did she notice a fading scar. It looked similar to ones she had seen from those who got too close to the ghost types that floated about the coast, combined with the powerful wrapping attacks of Tentacruels.

Just one of those was enough to send a Sealeo back to its mother. But both at once? She had to wonder what strange waters might harbour such a beast.

Yes, she could understand why her little human was uncomfortable in the water.

“But if you can help me get better at swimming and just being more comfortable in the water then it should also help you become stronger as well. Like strength and endurance training.” 

So he wanted her to help him swim better? And that would make her stronger, somehow?

She could do that. She helped the newly hatched Magikarp all the time, it should be no trouble helping this land dweller get used to the water. So she gave a happy chirp of agreement before swimming around his feet to try and get an idea of how to go about this.

“E-excellent, I g-guess we should get started then. F-full steam ahead.”

Slowly, the human lowered himself into the water, keeping to the shallow end. 

Magikarp dove under the water, coming up underneath him and trying to get him to grab her with his strange webless claws. If he was going to be a stronger swimmer then he needed to rebuild the strength in his lower limbs first. 

Without any issues he carefully took hold of her, being careful of her gills, and slowly Magikarp started to pull him along. 

They weren’t able to do this for very long, the human was heavy, and struggled to beat his lower limbs to an easy pace. But Magikarp was sure they were making progress, they just needed to keep at it.

—

“Are you sure you got this Clover?”

The Bandit chuckled as she looked down from her perch at the kid splashing around in the river, holding on to their prize for dear life, before turning to look back at her sisters.

“Of course, I’ve got this. He’s just some brat, and the Warden isn’t anywhere to be seen.” she laughed.

They had been tracking the kid ever since they saw him catch that golden Magikarp, waiting patiently for the moment when he was alone to strike. 

Now he was utterly alone, with no sign of his brother, the lady of the cliffs or the Warden around anywhere. 

Just him and the golden Magikarp, ripe for the picking.

It was even in a Pokeball, already for them.

“Once he sees Abomasnow, that kid will be quaking in his boots. He’ll have no choice but to hand over that Magikarp to me.”

“Don’t get too cocky. The last thing we need is one of the Wardens from this area catching wing of us.” Coin huffed, crossing her arms.

“As if. Melli is too busy doubting on that Noble of his and Ingo is too busy patrolling the southeast with his other brath. I’ve got plenty of time before he even gets close to here.” Clover grinned, holding her head up high. She’d done her research and looked into the Pearl Clan Warden’s route.

“If you're sure.” Charm stood up, walking up to her. “Then go get us that Magikarp!”

—

Ingo recalled Magikarp as he pulled his tunic back on, his wet hair falling into his face.

The training session had been cut fairly short, as Magikarp had tried out fairly quickly and his legs were burning from overexertion. But that was honestly to be expected, it was their first training session after all.

Now his plans involved heading back to Clamberclaw cliffs to dry off and complete the chores his father asked him to do before he and Emmet got back from Patroling. 

Maybe he’d make himself a cup of tea once the was done checking up on Lady Sneasler and her news clutch of eggs.

Just as he was about to start making his way back there was a sudden flash of light, followed closely by a loud bang, causing him to come to a full stop as he coughed and squinted against the smoke that was starting to fill the air around him. 

“Thought you Spotted a four-leaf clover? Well, I’ll have you seeing double!” 

a voice cut through the ringing in his ears, forcing him to look up to try and locate where it was coming from. “I can not see much of anything right now. What was that? A smoke bomb or something? Are those not illegal?” Ingo coughed, waving his hands in the air as he tried to clear the smoke from around his face, as he looked around for whoever was talking.

“I am the middle sister, and I’m one Clover you can’t pick!”

Thankful the wind picked up, blowing the smoke away, and he was finally able to see a young slight woman, wearing a strange combination of Diamond clan boots, a Ginko guild top, and a Galaxy team belt. She had long black hair pulled back into low ponyta tails, and had what Ingo once heard Elesa call ‘theatre makeup’. 

She stood there, head held high with her hands on her hips, just staring in his direction, as if she expected him to do something.

“Are you talking to me?” Ingo asked as he looked around quickly, checking to see if maybe someone else was around and if he had just walked into something. 

“Hmph! I don’t see anyone else around!” the woman sneered, grabbing the Pokeball from her belt, and holding it forward in a challenging manner. “I’m a member of the Miss Fortune Sisters, known across the frigid land of Hisui- and your luck’s just run out!”

“Known across Hisui? But Dad has never mentioned any Miss Fortune Sisters.” the boy hummed, and then it clicked. “Wait… are you challenging me to a battle?” suddenly the pain in his legs was nowhere near as bad, and excitement pumped through his body. 

He’d Caught the eye of a wandering trainer, and now they were challenging him to a battle! It had been so long since this had happened. Not a single other trainer had approached him or his brother in hopes of a battle since they arrived in Hisui, not until now at least.

It was something he missed from Unova, having to contently test your skill against any trainer who happened to catch your eye. Managing moves, Pokemon, and healing items, never knowing if you’d have to run back to the nearest Pokemon Center after a crushing defeat or if you’d carry on your path to further victories. 

“You Are! That was trainer banter! This is a challenge! Yes!” it was hard to keep his voice at a normal yell as his excitement surged forward like a bullet train. “Wait! Hold on.” he quickly snatched Lampent’s Pokeball from his belt, holding it out in an attempt to mimic his father’s battle stance, which probably failed due to him forgetting his hat back at the tent and his wet hair still stuck to his face. “I accept your challenge! I will choose the next destination based on your talents! Will you go onto Victory or Defeat?”

The woman’s confidence seemed to fade for a moment before quickly being replaced with anger. “Are you mocking me? I’ll show you not to mess with one of the Miss Fortune Sisters!” she tossed the Pokeball down, releasing the large Abomasnow that had been kept inside. “Go, Abomasnow! Smash this fool to pieces!”

To this Ingo wasted no time on her words, tossing down his Pokeball. “Lampent! All Aboard!”

“W-What is that thing?” the woman took a step back, her eyes going wide as she stared at the ghost as she materialized in front of her. “I thought you had a Magikarp!? Gr, it doesn’t matter! Abomasnow! Use Wood Hammer and Smash that thing!”

“Lampent! Let us soak the engine fires with Inferno and get this battle train moving!” Ingo wasted no time in calling out for his partner to use the strongest fire move she knew, taking complete advantage of the weaknesses of both grass and ice. Not even flinching at the oncoming attack.

Abomasnow charged forward, bringing its arm down hard onto Lampent’s head, causing the metal to ring with the force of the impact, which caused the Frosted Tree Pokemon to shutter. 

But the ghost type barely acknowledged the damage, as she launched a powerful fireball directly at the opposing Pokemon, causing Abomasnow to go up like a dried-out Origins day tree suffering from an electrical fire.

“What! No Abomasnow! Hold on! This isn’t how this was supposed to go!”

“Bravo! Now finished it by going Full Steam ahead with a Strong style Shadow Ball!”

“La La Lampent!” His Pokemon chimed, as she charged up a ball of pure shadow, before hurling it had the panicked Grass type.

Without its trainer's commands, Pokemon was left almost defenceless as it focused too hard on putting out the flames rather than the oncoming attack that struck it hard, and the beast fell.

“No, Abomasnow!” 

the pokemon was quickly recalled back into its Pokeball, and Ingo waited with bated breath for another Pokemon to be sent out, eager to continue the battle. But as moments ticked by and the woman made no move to send out another, he quickly realized what had happened. 

“Did…Did you only have one pokemon?” he dared to ask, snapping the woman out of her stupor and receiving a sharp glare for an answer. “Ah, I see. If I had known that I probably would have gone easier on you.”

That was, apparently, the wrong thing to say.

“Would have gone easier on me? Are you kidding me!” the woman yelled, marching right up to the boy and getting right in his face. “I don’t get it! How could I lose?! This wasn’t how it was supposed to go at all!”

“Ah, Your battle was not bad at all. However, we seem to have done just slightly better than you. We would like to battle with you again.” Ingo spoke, his voice meek as he tried to calm the situation down, even slightly. He’d dealt with sore losers before, some people just weren’t happy to have lost. But this felt like something completely different.

He didn’t even want to bring up the fact that it was typically customary to tip the winning trainer.

“Battle again!” the Woman threw her arms out, her anger only seeming to ignite more. “There wasn’t even supposed to be a battle! You were supposed to coward in fear at Abomasnow and hand over your Magikarp like a good little Pearl clan brat! I mean what kind of person has more than one Pokemon, aside from your dad and that Galaxy team brat, Let alone a five-year-old like you!”

“I am actually ten, not five. And I have four-”

“Shut Up!” she snapped and Ingo quickly shut his mouth, at this, she turned her back and started to march away. “You got lucky this time, but next time luck will be on my side.”

“Um… it was not luck, it was a type-”

*Bang*

Another smoke bomb went off, once more leaving Ingo coughing into his arm, as the woman disappeared into the smoke.

“Advantage… *cough* Why does she keep doing that?”

Luckily, the smoke didn’t remain for long as the cool mountain wind started to pick up once more, blowing the smoke out towards the lakes. And as Ingo struggled to clear his sight, Lampent flew over toward the spot the woman had occupied, circling it for a moment before giving a happy chime, and flowing down to grab something from the ground.

“What…*cough* did you find…*cough* Lampent?” Ingo tried to look up when he heard his pokemon, watching as she flew over towards him with something in her arms.

“Lamp!” she cheered, and Ingo held out his hand letting her drop her findings into it. It was round and heavy, its golden surface shining brightly in the sun.

Oh.

“Um Miss!” the boy looked around quickly calling out to the woman as he realized what he had. “Miss! You dropped this!”

But there was no reply.

“I do not know what we should do.” he down at the large gold nugget in his hand then up at his Pokemon. “Should we try and find her and give this back?”

Lampent just shook her globe. “Lampent lamp!”

“Yeah, she did say she was trying to take Magikarp from me.” Ingo let out a sigh and recalled what the woman had said. He’d let it go at the time in favour of trying to calm things down, but there was no denying the fact she had admitted to trying to rob him. He suddenly wasn’t too keen on tracking her down again.

“La La Lamp!” and his Pokemon seemed to agree with him, nodding her head and crossing her arms.

“And it is standard protocol to tip the winning trainer after a battle. And She did yell at me.” though this would have been a pretty big tip. “So I guess it’s okay to hold on to this.” 

Pocketing the nuggets, he gave one more look around. “Let us head back to Clamberclaw cliff and check on Lady Sneasler. Full steam ahead so we do not run into any more of those Miss Fortune Sisters.”

—

“Clover. Your back, how did it go?”

Coin looked up from shorting their latest plunder when she heard Charm speak, turning to see that Clover had made her way back to their camp. Hands balled into fists and head hung low. She could already guess what had happened, but she might as well get confirmation. “Did you get the golden Magikarp?”

Clover came to a halt, her face painted into a deep scowl as she refused to look up from the ground. “No, the little brat managed to fight back,” 

The Blue haired bandit sighed and shook her head, she had a feeling this would happen. “So, What your saying is, you underestimate him.”

To this, Clover’s face when as red as the top half of a voltorb as she exploded with all the force of Lord Electrode.“What no! I totally had him! But he had some kind of weird Super Stronge Pokemon with him that I’ve never seen before! It wasn’t fair!” 

Coin let out a harsh snort, completely unaffected by her sister’s anger as she turned towards their older sister. “Charm, I’ll go out tomorrow and get the job done right.”

The Bandit Leader hummed, looking over at Clover before nodding her head in agreement. “Alright Coin, but be careful. If this child does have some sort of strange Pokemon, we don’t want it catching us off guard again.”

“Not to worry! I’ll be sure not to fail as Clover did.”

“Hey!”

—

“So, is your brother going to eat that Magikarp or just continue to play with his food?” 

Emmet frowned in annoyance as he glanced over at the disguised Pokemon walking next to him, the illusion making the pokemon look like their best friend back in Unova. At first, it had been comforting to see Elesa’s face after so long. But as the minutes ticked by he felt himself wanting the real thing, not this cheap knock-off his Pokemon had created from his and Ingo’s memories.

“Ingo is not eating Magikarp. He is training her!” he answered, keeping his eyes on the path in front of them. 

“Train a Magikarp? Is that even possible? I know you two like to say you can make any Pokemon stronger through training, but Magikarp can only splash around.” the Pokemon snorted with a laugh. “They can’t even swim well. Besides Shines are tasty! Your brother doesn’t know what he’s missing.”

“I am Emmet. And Ingo is probably having an easier time training Magikarp, than I am with you. At least Magikarp listens.” Emmet huffed as he marched forward, trying not to look over at the fox who still would listen to him in battle, despite saying he would. It was all verrry frustrating. “Also, you are supposed to help me fine Plump beans, for Lady Sneasler. If you won’t help you can return to your Pokeball, Or go bother Ingo.”

While Emmet was out collecting Plump Beans, for both their Dad to make supper with and for Lady Sneasler, Ingo was out training with Magikarp and would be completing his own chores when he returned. Such as checking on Lady Sneasler’s eggs, sweeping up out her den and heating up the tent before nightfall. 

Yesterday when he and their dad got back, Ingo had been soaking wet, sitting by the fire trying to dry off. It made Emmet wonder just what kind of training his brother was doing with the water type. It had to be more than just getting splashed.

“No way! Your brother is way too loud.” Zoroark snorted, head held high arms crossed, before his eyes turned sad, the same way Elesa’s would when she became worried about something. “Besides, every time I’m alone with him I can’t help but think-”

The Pokemon came to a stop, a growl emanating from his throat as a clawed hand slammed into the trainer’s chest. Curious, Emmet looked over at his Zoroark trying to figure out the problem. It was strange seeing his friend’s face pulled back into such a snarl, teeth bared and eyes wild, and while for a brief moment it was almost funny looking, Zoroark didn’t normally act like this. Not even as a joke.

“What is it?”

Before the Pokemon could even answer, there was a loud bang followed by the air being clouded with smoke, forcing Emmet to shield his eyes.

“Heads, I win, and tails, you lose-you’ve got no chance in this game of fortunes.” a voice emanate through the cloud of smoke, as the clouds started to fade, revealing the form of a tall woman, with short blue hair and crazy make-up.

“I am Emmet, and that is not how a coin toss works.” the boy coughed hard into his sleeve, rubbing his eyes. 

“I’m Coin, but I’m definitely not your good-luck piece. I’m a member of the Miss Fortune Sisters, known across the frigid land of Hisui-and your luck’s just run out- Where are you going? I’m not done yet!”

Having no clue who the Miss Fortune Sisters were, and getting sensing that the woman’s rant was going nowhere, Emmet simply walked away. “I am Emmet, I like Pokemon battles, not Coin tosses,” he called back, as he continue his search for Plump beans.

It was probably pretty rude of him to just walk away while she was talking, but it was pretty rude of her to throw a smoke bomb at him. 

“You little- Toxicroak, cut him off! Don’t let him escape!”

There was a pop and suddenly a Large Toxicroak stood in front of him, poised for attack.

And then it clicked.

“Oh.”

“Good, you seem to understand now what’s happening. Now, no one has to get hurt if you just hand over-”

“You’re challenging me to a battle!” Emmet quickly spun on his heel and started marching back towards the woman, a large smile on his face. “Why didn’t you just say so? I would not have tried to walk away. You can’t just walk away from a trainer battle.”

Coin’s eyes went wide as she stumbled back slightly even as he came to a stop several feet away from her, her stance seeming to have been drained of confidence.

“I am Emmet. I like Double Battles. I like combinations of two Pokemon, but it looks like you only have one Pokemon. So I’ll have to make do with a single battle.” Emmet smiled, attempting to strike his father’s signature battle pose, but it felt off so he quickly switched hands. “But I like winning more than anything else. So let’s start a great battle in which every Pokemon uses various moves.”

This was exciting! An actual trainer battle, out in the wide. 

It had been so long that he had been starting to think Hisui did have any trainers of its own, like the old stories from Clay’s verrrry great grandfather from a time before Pokemon and Humans lived together and trainers were few and far between.

But here he was about to engage in battle with another trainer outside the walls of Jublife village, with someone who wasn’t his brother or Akari. 

He reached for Eeletrik’s Pokeball, wanting to make this battle last, only for Zoroark to jump out in front of him, illusion long since fallen away.

“What! Zoroark, No.”

“Alright, I’ll make short work of you. Come on, Toxicroak. Let’s Douse this fool in Poison with Poison jab.” 

Once more Toxicroak was in front of them, coming at Zoroark fast, with its toxic claw raised high in the air. 

“Fine! Zoroark, dodge it and counterattack with Shadow Claw!” Emmet called out, watching in amazement as the Pokemon actually did as he was told, ducking down as it dodged the one coming back as it gathered shadowy energy around his claws, before slashing them deep into the frog-like pokemon. It was enough to renew Emmet’s confidence in the battle once more, even if this was not how he planned to start it off. “Now, get behind it with Shadow Sneak!”

“Don’t let the Baneful Fox getaway, use Earth power!”

Emmet watched, as the air suddenly got colder forming ice crystals along Toxicroaks body that seemed to glow with dark energy and attack that definitely was not Shadow Sneak. The Opposing Pokemon powered the biting chill, launching itself into the air and slamming back into the ground hard enough to cause the ground under Zoroark to erupt into shards, ripping into the ghost type’s body. 

“Good! Now cut that monster down with Poison Jab.”

“Zoroark use…” at this point it felt like it was a random chance as to whether the Pokemon would listen or not, and it was honestly draining. “Use…just use that last move again.” Emmet didn’t even know the name of the attack, but it was still better than giving up entirely.

And he was surprised at all when he saw Zoroark’s shadow stretch out underneath Toxicroak and attack the Pokemon from behind.

Honestly, it was like a game to the Fox.

But still, the attack left its mark, hitting true, and Emmet wasted no time calling out a finisher. “Now Shadow Claw!” he crossed his fingers hoping that this time the pokemon would listen to him, and he almost cheered when he saw the shadowy energy form once more around Zoroark’s claws.

Toxicroak hit the ground, out cold from the final hit, and its trainer stared at its fallen form as if she couldn’t believe what she was seeing.

“I am Emmet. I won against you. But I think I just got lucky.” Emmet cheered, snatching Zoroark’s Pokeball from his belt and quickly recalling the Pokemon back inside, snapping it back into place before the Pokemon had time to break free again. He knew for a fact he just got lucky, if past battles with Zoroark were anything to go by, he was lucky the Pokemon hadn’t just fallen asleep on the battlefield again. “We should battle again, sometime.”

At this, Coin seemed to come back to herself, shaking her head as she recalled her Pokemon back to its ball. “What a blithering mooncalf I am. How could I let myself lose…” she sneered before finally turning her attention back to Emmet. “I guess I was wrong, you are as tough as Clover claimed. But this isn’t over, we will get that golden Magikarp of yours.”

With that, the woman threw down another smoke bomb and disappeared into the clouds. 

Emmet coughed as the smoke dissipated, waving his hand in his arm to try and clear the air faster. “That is Verrry Rude, you know!” he called out, rubbing his eyes once more, figuring the woman was no doubt long gone by now.

What did she mean they would get his Golden Magikarp? Emmet didn’t have a Magikarp.

Had that woman mistaken him for Ingo?

Had Ingo run into someone from the same group?

A frown pulled at Emmet’s face, the more he thought about what that woman Coin had said.  ‘we will get that golden Magikarp of yours’ weren’t the words of someone who might want a simple trade, it sounded a lot like the words of someone who might be trying to take something by force.

And there was more than one of them.

What kind of insane group of people went around stealing Pokemon?

He’ll have to make sure to keep a closer eye on his brother, just make sure nothing happens.

But first, he had plump beans to gather.

—

Charm sat quietly by the fire of their camp, listening closely as Clover took stock of their healing items and what they had left for rations when she hear the sound of footfalls heading their way. 

“Well look who’s back.” Clover was the first to speak, and Charm couldn’t help but notice a curtain-knowing tone to her voice. “So did you get the Magikarp?”

To this Charm turned her attention to Coin, who was face was aimed towards the ground and her hands balled up into fists. She could already guess her youngest sister’s answer.

“No. you were right. That kid is a lot tougher than I originally thought.” Coin admitted as she came over to join the leader by the fire. “I didn’t expect him to have a Baneful Fox under his command.”

“Hm.” Charm hummed as she took in this information, focusing her gaze on the fire in front of her. “This child seems to have many powerful pokemon on him.” she let a small grin slip onto her face. “Would be a shame if he were relieved of them as well.”

She now had her sister's complete attention. 

“You have a plan, Charm?” 

Charm chuckled looking towards Clover. “You’ll see tomorrow. We’ve been going at this the wrong way.”

[lookforthefuture49]

I don't plan on forcing my views on anyone but that doesn't mean I'm not confused to hell when people start talking about villain Emmet being ooc or not liking it, on one hand, I get it's an opinion, but on the other I also have, again, confusions with this mindset, Tbf I've only seen people yell about not liking it but I seriously want a explanation on w h y, I wanna understand it from both sides, but, forgive me for sounding rude, how does it offend you when it's just an au/art-

Ah sorry! I probably should have explained a bit more. You're not coming off as rude, at least to me. I just kind of ignore it because it just feels... off? Like I get being protective but the character clearly is all about safety and protection of passengers, which yeah, means it's kind of contradictory to the character. I have trouble putting my thoughts into words so I'm probably explaining it horribly (I'm really not the one you want to ask on this kind of stuff). I personally just am not a fan and even though it's an alternate universe I just don't really want to include it. It's also due to personal reasons, kind of.

I hope this explanation was kind of adequate (?)

I am mostly offended because of my own personal reasons. I wasn't offended by you're bringing it up and I just don't really want to put it in World Wanderer. Sorry if I came off as weird idk how I sounded now. I'm just not like, crazy for it or anything and therefore I'm not really keen on including it.

Also, I'm certain you've heard many people think they're autistic-coded.

I hope saying that is enough for you to catch what I'm trying to say