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Frontier Town Old Town

[Ch03] Bandit Buddies
  • Wes didn’t usually care to get too attached to any singular location. His lifestyle had always made it impossible to settle anywhere for long, or for anything to start truly feeling like home—and as far as he was concerned, he was perfectly fine with this.

    Yet he immediately took a liking to this place the first time he’d found it while exploring the town, and it was becoming a favorite location for some peace and quiet. Away from the bustle of Main Street and never crowded, it was a reliable refuge. And Wes could really use a moment to relax after the horrifying chaos of last night.

    He settled into a spot of grass under what was becoming his favorite tree and let out a sigh of relief, relishing the way the cool grass felt against his aching muscles. At least that Drapion—Odette had reminded him of the creature’s species—hadn’t shredded him like the Charmeleon had. He’d take some aches and bruises over that first experience any day.

    He stared up at the sky and watched the clouds roll by, lost in thought. How much longer will I be stuck here? he wondered.
     
    [Ch03] Troubles and Training: Wes and Kimiko
  • Wes made his movements slow and deliberate, careful not to exacerbate his still healing injuries. After finally getting the go-ahead from Drungfield to leave her damned office, he was itching to put all his pent-up anxiety to good use, but he knew that he needed to pace himself properly this time if he didn’t want to end up back in the sickbed.

    He’d found himself a patch of bare earth at a far end of the park, where the grass was more sparse and allowed room for sand and rock. He narrowed his eyes at his target—a stone perched atop a stump several yards away—and tried to focus his aim. Rocks quivered at his paws, and then with a small lunge, he sent them flying.

    They clattered all around his target, but none of them made contact. Biting out a curse of frustration, he paced back to his starting position to try again. It was much easier to strike a Pokémon-sized target in general, true, but the more precise he could be with his aim, the more impactful each hit would be. Not to mention that adding some range to his moves wasn’t a bad idea.

    He tried again, sending up a spray of sand as he darted forward. Pebbles flew in all directions this time, and only then did he notice someone was nearby and well within pelting range.

    “Oh, shi—watch out!” he barked.
     
    Ch 04: Full Moon Fallout (Part 2)
  • Wes’s paws carried him almost on instinct to the quiet old park at the edge of town—not too far from Nocwell’s, but far enough that it was hopefully a safe distance from the store and a particular customer inside of it. This place was becoming a refuge to him, of sorts; never too crowded, it was one of the few places in town that offered grass, trees, a pleasant breeze, and some peace and quiet all in one.

    He slowed only when he reached a tree near the center of it and breathed a sigh of relief. He felt a bit stupid and more than a little pathetic for turning tail and bolting just like that, but…well, it was for the best. It wasn’t like Wes really needed anything from there, anyway.

    He was about to sit at the base of the tree to gather his racing thoughts and take a few deep breaths to calm the anxiety thrumming in his chest when a flustered, metallic chime called out to him.

    Scorching sands and hells, had the damn magnet followed him here?

    Wes bristled, but didn’t turn, terrified of what he might see if he did. What, was Steven here to lecture him about last night? Berate him for his selfish recklessness? Demand an apology for himself and others? Throw all kinds of burning accusations that Wes had said to himself a million times over already?

    His ears twitched as Steven drew closer, saying something else that Wes was too panicked to focus on. He was glad for it though, otherwise the Beldum might have managed to sneak all the way up on him, and he definitely couldn’t have that.

    Fine. Let’s get this over with.

    He clenched his teeth and whirled on his assailant, hackles raised. “What do you want?” he snapped.
     
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    Chapter 4 - Rogues and Rebels [ Lyle + Nova ]
  • Lyle wasn't really sure why his memories were drifting during the trek over to Obstinea Abbey, especially since it wasn't exactly a casual trek, but somehow, he kept thinking back to the day right before he set off with Rodion, Silver, and the others they'd gathered together...



    Lyle hadn't realized that how much of the town he'd been overlooking since Betel had brought him to this world. It'd been weeks, if not months since his arrival and yet he was still finding himself surprised by places around town. Like this little garden or whatever it was built around the shrine to the local 'Saint of Song and Step'. Something about it felt like it ought to have been familiar to him, but yet he couldn't place it.

    He wasn't really sure about why the place was so quiet. Maybe it was just the hour growing long with the shadows starting to stretch ever further from the west, or maybe this 'saint' wasn't the primary figure that more religious types around here venerated. He settled down, letting the fire idly flicker from the vents on his back, when he thought he heard footsteps approaching and turned his head with a curious glance.
     
    Ch04: Humans In Mustelid Fur [Archie & Silver]
  • Market day had finally arrived! Vendors and customers of all species gathered by the much busier street, trading goods of all kinds and coming from all places.

    Despite not being entirely comfortable in crowded places, Silver decided to check out the various stalls in search of potential supplies at an affordable price. The day of the expedition was getting closer and closer, and the now-Sneasel wanted to make sure to be fully prepared for every potential setback and circumstance.

    In his near mindless wandering, he found a stall that sold stuff toys of many shapes, and one of them was in the shape of a Ralts. And somehow, against his own expectations, a faint memory resurfaced once more…

    Corey’s Farewell said:
    "...Yeah... Good work guys... You're gonna be alright..." he said with as much energy as he could muster before the light completely engulfed him and, in an instant, it was gone... and the ralts along with it, sent back to his world, his part in this story finished.

    Everything had happened so fast. In mere seconds, it shifted from the Blast Seed grenade knocking Valere unconscious — with that blast almost knocking him off the tower while climbing down — and the next moment Corey was enveloped in a mystical glow and just… poof. Disappeared through the aether.

    Silver sighed and tapped the doll, feeling the soft fabric brushing his fur. ‘I couldn’t even say goodbye…’

    It’s not like Corey would have even remembered any of it, of course. But maybe, just maybe, he would have known for one final moment that there was someone else who understood what kinda internal struggles he was going through. Someone who was still looking for something — an achievement, maybe? — to claim as his own.

    ‘Well, it’s not like thinking about that can help now,’ he reasoned with himself, shaking his head and pulling away from the stall. ‘Besides, it might’ve been for the best, and he probably left this world without too many regrets.’

    As such, Silver turned tails to leave… only to see a familiar Oshawott not too far from him. Archie, wasn’t it? And thinking about that… didn’t he often see Corey hanging out with that Oshawott and Tarahn?

    Silver quirked an eyebrow. ‘Well, either that’s some kinda cosmic sign or some twisted and awkward coincidence.’ He dismissed the thought with a shrug and approached the Oshawott. Might as well take that chance to get to know each other a bit more. “Hey there! How’re you doing?”
     
    [Ch05] Nova & Grace ~ Catching Up
  • Nova wanted an easy request from the bulletin board given his fatigue. Unfortunately, in this case, easy meant dumb. Thus, Nova was searching around old town for a misplaced scarf. A job was a job.

    It was dumb because of how long it was taking. By now, the desert winds probably covered the damn thing in dirt.

    But then something cast a shadow out of the corner of his eye. Nova looked up, crest fanning out. "Oh, hey! You here for a stupid reason, too? I'm trying to find a lost scarf."
     
    Ch05: A Shady Business [Koa & Silver]
  • Sitting on a solitary spot of Old Town, Silver stared intently at the Apricorn Ball in his paws, alternating between rolling it in his claws and throwing it in the air to catch it. Doing so seemed to entertain him somewhat - it must’ve been because of those hyperactive weasel instincts! — but it also served as a glaring reminder of his meeting with Mewtwo Giovanni.

    As much as he tried to not think too hard about their new alliance and mentally chided himself for not seeing it as simple business, there was that unsettling sensation that wouldn’t leave his mind. The way Mewtwo Giovanni studied him with that calculating smirk, and then the way he shot that patronizing glare when Silver pointed out his weakness and failure… for a moment, he felt like he was talking to his father — his blood-related father. And that fact irked him to the bones.

    Could they really trust that Mewtwo, even if he wouldn’t trust his own father? Well, he trusted his own judgment, and he wanted to extend that trust to his interdimensional twin’s judgment. If both Giovanni were so alike, then that probably meant he and the other Silver were alike as well, no? And his twin trusted Mewtwo Giovanni, no? Then why couldn’t he do the same?

    “Ugh! This is so stupid!!” the Sneasel Silver hissed, throwing his Apricorn Ball against a rock and letting it ricochet away. He sighed, his ear and head feather drooping, and wrapped his arms around his legs before resting his head on the bundle of limbs. “Why must everything be so complicated…?”
     
    Ch09: Beauty and the Sea [Virga, Zena & company]
  • There were relatively few places to get reasonable solitude in this place where Pokemon lived in towns as humans did. The wilderness of the desert was not much better in that regard--much too warm and dry for Virga's liking, coupled with the unfortunate situation of being trapped in a tiny form making even the wild Pokemon a credible threat. Apparently being a 'Wayfarer' meant gaining strength much faster than normal (something about a 'snowball effect' of humans and Pokemon reinforcing each other's strengths in a recurring loop). Well, this promised strength could not come soon enough, in Virga's view.

    After surveying the quiet garden surrounded by sandstone dwellings, Virga alighted on the edge of a small fountain and drank from the cool waters. Some instinct of the Rookidee's new body wanted to flutter its wings in the water in a ridiculous manner. Virga would have preferred a more sensible method of enjoying the water's embrace, were this form more suited to it.

    The sound of footsteps drifted from across the garden. The Rookidee's keen eyes spotted a Sceptile wandering amongst the shrubs, followed by the distinctly memorable sight of a Feebas floating in a water bubble. Wayfarers, then. And evidently lost, from the look of it.
     
    Ch09: The One I Look To [Koa & Anubis] New
  • "Soo... whats with the Alpha thing?"

    It was weird to speak with him like this. Weird to talk to him in this body. Everything was weird and now that the excitement wore off he mostly felt strange. Following his exhaustion the day before, he'd gone straight to his room and promptly passed out, sleeping through most of the morning.

    When he'd finally woken up he'd been too tired to try and hang out with the other Wayfarers, so he had taken Anubis to a secluded spot so they could catch up. It'd taken him a good hour or two to try and cover everything that'd happened in the past months. Recounting it, it felt like an absurd story more than reality still. Finally though, he'd managed to explain the whole situation to Anubis, enough so he didn't seem confused.

    Which left Koa with one question that nagged at him ceaselessly. Namely, Anubis' choice of title for him.

    Anubis cocked his head. "You're the team's Alpha. I am their Alpha. You are Alpha."

    Leader. He knew Anubis must see him as team leader, but being called Alpha felt weird. He poked at the dusty earth with a paw. "Can you just... call me Koa?"

    Anubis narrowed his eyes and snorted. "Why?"

    "It's... weird. I mean, I call you Anubis. Not like... beta. Or Alpha."

    Anubis's tail flicked to the side, and Koa could sense he wasn't keen. "Your name is Alpha to me. I don’t ask you to call me Houndour."

    Koa frowned. "That's not a name."

    Anubis snorted a puff of smoke. "For you. Echo is barely a name, is it? It is a term. Hazard is a term. Why shouldn’t I pick one for you?"

    "What's wrong with Koa?" he growled, feeling a mild prickle of irritation.

    "That is already your name, is it not? Your human one?" Anubis stared at him evenly.

    "Yes, and I like it. Everyone calls me Koa. Not Koamaru, Koa." An edge colored his tone, and he forced his hackles to lie flat. Anubis was his friend, he didn't want to fight him on his first proper day back.

    "Then why should I?" Anubis sniffed disdainfully. "Am I common, that I should use a common name?"

    Koa rose to his paws. He curbed the annoyance in his tone, but it was hard to not sound clipped. "No, you're my friend so you should address me like one." Why was this such an issue? Of all the things he expected to have problems with, this had never once occurred to him.

    Anubis’ brow furrowed. "I am." The tension in Anubis's tone caught Koa off guard. In the blink of an eye the Houndoom had risen to his paws as well, and thrust his snout into Koa's. Fire crackled in his jaws.

    Indignant defiance surged through Koa from ears to tail tip, his canine instincts rising to the challenge. He felt his hackles rise instinctively, his legs stiffening as he stared up at the Houndour (evolution could not come soon enough).

    A mischievous glimmer flared in Anubis's gaze. "Very well, Alpha. Then prove yourself."

    Koa wasn't prepared for the Houndour's attack. It was swift and strong, bowling him off his paws before spitting embers that singed his fur. They sparked harmlessly into the dusty ground.

    Summong electricity, Koa retaliated with a bolt to stun him before springing at Anubis with his paws outstretched. The first few blows were coordinated, calculated, testing. Despite his weakness, Anubis combat instincts let him dodge a good few blows. In a few seconds however he gave up and let his instincts take over, jumping at the larger canine and rolling and barking and pawing.

    It wasn't until several seconds in he realized how weak both his and Anubis's strikes were. They were wrestling and nipping more like puppies than a serious match. They tore up grass and pebbles as they scuffled, rolling all about.

    Finally Anubis managed to get a good tap upside Koa's head and roll him onto his back, standing over him with a triumphant grin, one paw pinning him. "I have to say, Alpha, you're not such a bad fighter here. I think this body suits you." He stepped off of Koa, a playful triumph in his eyes.

    Warmth filled Koa at the compliment as he got up, shaking out his fur. "Guess I still have a few things to learn," he said, laughing. He felt light and excited, invigorated by the fight. Even if he could have won in a few blows, this had felt... nice. No wonder pokemon fought all the time.

    In hindsight, it made perfect sense, he'd just missed it. Alpha was Anubis's nickname for him. Not just a title. He'd probably hurt him by trying to force him to choose another... But the name still felt weird.

    “So you’ll pick another nickname?” He felt sure now that Alpha wasn’t what Anubis called him simply because he was Anubis’ trainer. It was Anubis nickname for him, same as Flurry or Scrapper.

    Anubis laid down and began to lick his fur smooth. “No.”

    “But...”

    He paused to stare at Koa. “I like Alpha just fine. And you can’t make me.” There was a playful twinkle in his eyes that revealed it was a joke, but Koa couldn’t shake his own lingering frustration.

    “I wouldn’t nickname you something you didn’t like,” he grumbled. “Why do you get to decide?”

    Rather annoyingly, Anubis seemed utterly unbothered by Koa’s own annoyance. “I’ve been calling you Alpha for months, not my fault you didn’t notice.” He poked Koa with his snout and gave a canine grin, tongue hanging out.

    Koa turned away, stifling a faint growl. He felt Anubis’ gaze on him, then saw his demeanor change, his playfulness fading as he grew serious.

    Eventually he spoke. “Do you know why I call you Alpha?”

    “Yeah. I do.” He spoke forcefully, then regretted it. “It’s your nickname. Like how I call you Anubis or Echo... Echo.” he gestured vaguely with his paw. Too bad Echo wasn’t here, he bet that the Crobat would address him as Koa.

    Before he finished speaking, Anubis shook his head. “But you don’t call me Anubis for no reason, do you? It means something. You told me it means the guardian of lost souls. You named me, all of us, for a reason.”

    Koa nodded slowly, trying to figure out what Anubis was getting at and trying not to feel stupid.

    “Do you know what Alpha means?”

    He blinked dumbly at Anubis for a moment. What kind of a question was that? Of course he did-

    “You humans seem to think that it's like... leader? As in the one in charge and above everyone, or the strongest? But Alpha is different, for Houndoom packs. It is...” he growled to himself, then huffed, searching for the word. “It’s not like that. It doesn’t translate to ‘leader’ for us, not exactly. It is more like... ‘The one we look to’.”

    All Koa could muster was a blank stare. He wondered if something was lost in translation from Betel, but usually they were always accurate, so he didn’t think so.

    “When a pack is in danger, or when there is a fight or a threat or even a simple hunt. Alpha is the one who we look to. Alpha watches our backs and in return we give him our ear, our strength, our loyalty. Our lives. When we are divided or uncertain, when we are lost in the dark; we turn to Alpha.” He punctuated each word firmly. “Alpha is one who walked beside us, not above us or beyond us.”

    His gaze burned as he gazed down at Koa and a fierce growl accentuated his words. “I did not call you Alpha back home because you were stronger than us. You were not. And not because you were our trainer. I call you Alpha because you were the one I looked to. The one who had my back. The one I chose to give my ear and my strength. My trust.”

    A lump formed in Koa’s throat as Anubis spoke, each word hammering into his chest. Instinctively he wanted to protest. Tell Anubis he shouldn’t trust him, that he’d failed too many times, that he wasn’t worthy. But he couldn’t bear to speak the words, not when Anubis spoke with such conviction. “.. O-Oh...” he said softly, unable to manage anything else.

    Anubis stretched out his snout to lick the top of Koa’s head, then drew back with an easy grin. “You might be a pokemon here, and stronger than me now, but you will always be Alpha to me.” His grin faded and he sighed. “But I guess I... would be willing to consider another nickname.”

    Despite the grudging attitude Koa could sense Anubis would be perfectly willing to do it for him. And yet... The one I look to. Alpha meant trust. He swallowed past the lump, then nodded. Anubis trusted him, and he'd do the same in turn then. “No... It’s fine actually, you can keep it.”

    Anubis’ grin returned and his tail wagged. “Good, because I wasn’t actually going to. As I recall I beat you just now, which means I can call you whatever I want.”

    Koa crouched, then sprang at Anubis, this time with force, bowling him over and briefly pinning him. “Only because I was going easy on you!” he crowed triumphantly. Anubis did some kind of writhing twist under him, and a moment later he found himself on his back once more, with Anubis holding him down.

    “I think you need to work on your technique a little more.”

    Koa pushed his paw off. “Cheater,” he said with a smirk. “You were born with four legs. It's easy for you.”

    Anubis shoved his shoulder playfully with his snout. “What is it your white-furred friend always said? Skill issue?”

    Laughing, Koa shoved him back. “Yeah yeah. How about I show you some real power then? Get you up to speed?”

    At that, Anubis’ ears perked up and he gave an eager bounce. “That would be great! I can't say I like being a Houndour again.”

    "Let's see if we can do something about that." As Koa started toward a more secluded place to train, Anubis by his side, his spirit felt lighter. Alpha. Yeah, he could get used to that.

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