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Breaking the Ties That Bind
Living Arrow
post Feb 3 2010, 06:03 PM
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“You like that, don’t you?” Darryn murmured, polishing Zulu’s dome with a rough cloth that he had found in the kitchen. Out in the orchard, Co-ordinator and Rampardos were granted some privacy from the other humans and Pokemon that they had lacked for some time. Even Lady gave Darryn some space, choosing to watch over Victor and Romeo as they trained in the morning sunlight.

Zulu’s rumbling reply resonated in his throat without his tough lips parting. Those large hooded eyes rolled back with pleasure as Darryn’s scrubbing reached the sweet spot on the far back of his cranium.

“I know how you feel, you know.” Darryn confided in his Pokemon, polishing the spiked horns that encircled his head. “Don’t ever think that I don’t know how you’re feeling.”

Zulu gurgled again and twisted for Darryn to rub the sweet spot again.

“And if you don’t feel like battling, I won’t make you.” Darryn continued, feeling around Zulu’s neck to make sure no moss had settled in… again. “You have a choice whether to fight or not. I know you have in the past but I want you to know that I’m not going to force you to do anything you don’t want. All I want is for you to be healthy and happy. Are you even listening?”

Zulu’s eyes lolled open and crinkled at the edges as he smiled warmly. A large, crusty claw hooked around Darryn’s shoulder to hug him – not too tightly – before lowering his head to press it against Darryn’s own. At such a close distance, Darryn could practically feel the orange glow of contentment wash over him like a welcoming embrace.

“Good boy.” Darryn whispered.

~


“Fire!”

“OK! Here goes! Water Pulse!!!” Victor gathered his aqua-driven energy in his palms into a sphere of swirling power, focused his mind and… Romeo dashed out of the way, his lightning legs flashing underneath him as he sprinted and jumped and sidestepped and skipped out of the way of Victor’s attacks.

“Come on! Pre-empt his moves and hit him!”

“I’m trying that, already!!!”

“So try harder!!!”

“Try this! Water Pulse!” Victor threw the globe at Lady angrily, the torrent flying right through the spot where she had been standing moments before. Victor had to look around quickly to find that she had circled him in an instant.

“If you can’t hit me then you even further to go than I thought!” Lady laughed, stalking towards Victor slowly. “I might be vain but I know my limits and as it stands, I am slower than the dog, bird and the horse. You need to time your attacks better to keep up with our sort of speed. Or…” Lady stopped, fixing Victor with a level glare. “Or you could skip on the battles and take part in Appeals, instead.”

“Now look here, you stuck up little-”

“Oooh, Danny said to be niiice!” Romeo warned, stepping nimbly between the two. Their eyes widened. “And if you can’t play niiice…”

Victor and Lady collapsed to the ground, their limbs quivering amid the Thunder Wave’s paralysis.

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*Well, if this isn’t the most pointless thing ever, I don’t know what is!* November complained to herself as she trotted through the forest. A pair of Nidoran scurried out of her way as she hurried on, turning slightly further to the west as she continued on her circular scouting run of the DeBrody grounds.

*If Lady wants to check the area on a hunch, a hunch, then she can do it herself! Anyway, since when did she start talking to that slip of a Kirlia, anyway?* The Ponyta’s delicate hooves clattered over a rocky outcrop, finding soft earth covered in dried twigs. She broke into a canter and scanned the air. It would have been too much to expect the bird had actually listened to the Vulpix, too. When November had given in to the haughty fox’s demands Bravo had remained on the ground, ignoring every word spoken to him.

*Oh! Pretty!* November slowed her pace to a walk, drawing up to a small lake where the water barely rippled – its shimmering surface a near perfect mirror that reflected the Ponyta’s image back into her eyes. She twisted and turned her head back and forth, regarding the deep crimson of her flames and the smooth curvature of her proud neck. *Not too shabbay! Damn, girl!*

Behind November, in the bushes, a dark shape slithered into the gloom of the trees, sticking to the shade to hide its appearance even further. It had information to report and its master would want to know of any movements of the girl.


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post Feb 3 2010, 11:59 PM
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The sun was warm on his skin as he walked and he knew it must be shining brightly to cause such a feeling, but there was no pink behind his closed eyelids as he walked – only darkness. He hummed a little in amusement; there was light in his eyes, but he could feel the light to prominently to ever she shadowed perpetually.

“Besides, you could never be lost amidst the darkness, could you, Dapit?”

“Bree-ee!” the umbreon purred, rubbing against his legs before walking forward, the thin leash tugging on Brone’s wrist and leading him through the thick grass.

Dapit-hapon had been given to Brone as an eevee from his father. He had been given the small creature as a gift when he was battling some tough trainers overseas in Sinnoh. He had been gone for three weeks and during this time, lost the ability to contact his family when a fire broke out in the small village where he was staying and the pokemon centre burnt down. His Machamp and Kangakhan had been instrumental in beginning the construction of a new pokemon centre and, for his kindness, one of the nurses had given him an eevee with fur of a darker brown than he had ever seen before, and oddly, black marks on the tips of the pokemon’s ears. When he had finally returned home, he had explained the color variations to Brone, and given him the eevee.

Brone chose to name the eevee with regard to her dark coloring, and he called her Dapit-hapon, which meant “dusk” in Filipino. The eevee bonded well with him and a few years later, during the night of a full moon, had evolved into an umbreon. She became something of a seeing-eye feline for Brone when Cassandra was not around.

The dark cat led Brone cautiously through the field, stopping some distance away from where the boy with powers like her master was cleaning up his grooming tools. Brone smiled as he leaned on his white cane, reaching out just strongly enough to be felt, but no stronger, and giving Darryn something like a psychic tap on the shoulder.

“Good morning, Darryn,” he said pleasantly. “I was wondering if, perhaps, you wanted to speak with me?”

~*~


“Marrrrr-reep reep reep reep reep!” Ashleigh screamed with glee, as he raced through the grassy pasture.

Screaming in terror, the flocks of mareep exploded apart like balls on a pool table as he rushed at them. Their eyes rolled in their sockets as they rushed out of the way, seeking shelter. They would dash for a moment before slowing and then, seeming to forget that there was danger nearby, they would calm and return to grazing, before Ashleigh made an abrupt turn and dashed back at them again.

Sitting on top of a fence post, Tempest was watching this all occur with sardonic amusement. She turned her head to follow Ashleigh’s screaming run, and watched with a sneer as the mareep fled stupidly.

Ashleigh spotted her at another turn and raced toward the fence, barking sharply with laughter as he frightened more mareep away.

“Sparky!” he cried in delight, completely missing the pikachu’s cringe as his gleefully-shrieked nickname for her.

Tempest recovered and looked back at the mareep, flocking to the other side of the pasture from Ashleigh, whose tail waved back and forth maniacally. “What’s eating them?”

“Can we?” Ashleigh asked, opening his mouth and letting his tongue fall out abruptly, flopping with a wet sound and drooling on the wooden fence. “I’m hungry.”

“This actually doesn’t surprise me.” Tempest regarded him with curiosity. “What are you doing?”

“I’m talkin’ to you, Sparky,” Ashleigh said, with a hint of “duh” coloring his tone.

Tempest resisted the urge to face-palm or sigh heavily or roll her eyes – okay, she did roll her eyes, but that was a worthy reaction. “I meant are you planning on doing anything?”

“Well, there was a nice bush over there that I haven’t peed on, yet,” Ashleigh said matter-of-factly, causing Tempest’s ears to flap straight up in surprise. “I was chasing the fluffy piggies, because sometimes looking at ‘em makes my mouth get all drooly, so I figure maybe if I chase ‘em, my pe-”

“I get it!” Tempest snapped, before he could go on, her face buried in her paws. “Do you want to train, or should I let you get back to chasing the piggies?”

Fluffy piggies,” Ashleigh corrected her sternly, “and yeah yeah, I’ll train! Can I be the caboose?” Tempest raised her head and stared at him. “I wanna go WOOO WOOO!”

“Are you actually this dumb, or are you having me on?” she asked.

Ashleigh gave her a grin that seemed to seal the deal that he was a complete idiot. His tongue lolling out of his mouth, slobbering drool all over the place, he stared at her with stupid eyes and asked, “Wanna see if I have a better bite than a bark?”

Tempest crossed her arms over her chest. “You are a tricky mutt, aren’t ya?”

Ashleigh gave a grin, crouched down suddenly and, with a bark, leapt at her. Tempest smirked as she spun, her tail whipping out.

This… would be interesting.

~*~


Tuesday breathed heavily as she stepped back, away from Jaima. They had completed their run of the pasture, going up and down the hills giving Tuesday a little trouble in the wake of how she had become used to running on flatland, but she didn’t complain.

They had taken a mild breather after the run was complete and Jaima had offered something that he hadn’t before.

“Do you want to try some combat?”

Tuesday looked up at him and blinked. “Combat?”

He nodded once in affirmation. “Sparring,” he said, using a term he had explained to her before. “I can show you a few maneuvers if you’d like.”

“Okay,” she said, a little nervously.

That was what led into her taking a fighting stance and he correcting her, before beginning to show her some basic movements to stop an opponent who was coming at her. They had worked at it for some time, he moving toward her and she going through the motions to stop his various intrusions, he correcting her where need be. His most recent instruction was showing her how to thrust the heel of her hand forward and up to break someone’s nose.

“You might have a little trouble with this one, though,” he admitted, sounding somewhat reluctant to say anything.

“You mean because I’m fun-sized?” she asked, looking up at him.

He blinked at her. “Fun-sized?”

“Yep!” Tuesday said, flashing him a grin. “I’m small and full of excitement. Venture says I’m fun-sized.”

“Oh.” Jaima’s eyebrows scrunched together in confusion. “Who is Venture?”

Tuesday’s eyes lit up in both realization and excitement. “I never introduced you! Venture Star is Uncle DeBrody’s salamence.” She pointed behind Jaima, toward the large field behind the barn that their run hadn’t carried them to. “She’s right over there. Come on, I’ll introduce you.” She grabbed his hand and pulled as she raced down the hill. She loved Venture Star! She couldn’t wait to introduce her to Jaima.

~*~


Zorro tiptoed through the house. He had successfully made it out of the lab without incident, and somehow managed to sneak past Ramhorn without the heracross catching sight of him (he still wasn't sure how he pulled that off), and grabbed his pirate hat from Tuesday's room (it was easy to find; it rippled with blue like her, and red-brown like the drooling furball). With his hat firmly set upon his head, he was peering out of the kitchen window to see if he could sneak out into the sunshine without being caught.

A presence behind him caught his attention and he froze. "Little brother..."

Turning with a sheepish smile, Zorro shrugged at the lucario, trying on his best innocent grin. "We... train, mi hermano? Por favor?"


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post Feb 4 2010, 05:05 PM
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Darryn flinched and span about quickly, expecting Brone to be right beside him but finding him some feet away, smiling openly with his Umbreon sat at his feet. The breath that had caught in Darryn’s throat resumed its way to his lungs and his heart slowed slightly but not completely. He couldn’t explain it, but Tuesday’s brother put him on edge. It wasn’t like the guy was a threatening sort or anything like that – he was blind for goodness sake! – but there was more than just and average teenager standing there.

*No Emotaglow, still.* Darryn thought to himself, patting Zulu on the shoulder as a sign that they had finished. With a grateful sigh, the lumbering Rampardos plodded off to find somewhere soft and peaceful to nap.

“Er, Morning.” Darryn responded, not really sure if eye contact was necessary but deciding that it would be rude to treat him any differently than anyone else stared into those gloosy white orbs. “Speak with you? What about?”

Brone smiled a knowing smile, clasping his alabaster cane in both hands.

“Oh, I don’t know… How about the weather? Your Co-ordinating career? Things you like about my sister – whatever you like!” Brone’s demeanour was hard to swallow, knowing that his Kadabra was so much more talented than Lady in the psychic realms – power radiated equally from Cassandra’s trainer but in a different way. Not quite confidence, not quite the solidarity of knowledge… It was impossible to pinpoint.

“I’m not sure you want to hear about my short-lived career so Tuesday it is!” Darryn chuckled nervously, packing away the final wash cloths and pointing to a log bench nearby and nodding to Brone’s Umbreon. The Moonlight Pokemon tugged slightly at the leash to prompt Brone’s movement to the bench but he seemed to understand almost instantly and followed smoothly.

“Your sister is a really smart kid.” Darryn admitted as they got comfortable, Romeo trotting over merrily to sniff at Brone’s Umbreon. She looked at him quizzically but didn’t move to sniff him back – she was very well trained.

“Smart’s one word for her!” Brone agreed, grinning straight ahead. “Probably smarter than any of us!”

Darryn frowned but said nothing.

“So, you’re OK with her Aura powers?” Brone asked bluntly, his tone still elevated. Darryn nearly gawped at him. Talking about the supernatural so casually?!

“Why wouldn’t I be?” Darryn tested back, clicking his fingers for Romeo to leave the dark type alone. “She’s still the same girl – even with these new abilities.”

“A very mature outlook on things.” Brone nodded his head wisely. “But it’s a little naďve, don’t you think?”

Darryn turned to stare at him.

“How do you mean?”

“Well, Tuesday’s special status won’t – and hasn’t – gone unnoticed. Her new powers are something that a lot of people might fear, respect or covet for so many reasons. She might be the same girl but your situation will – and has already – change for as long as they continue to develop. She will need friends like you, Jaima and Meiko to watch out for her while she grows into her new skin. You understand, right?” Brone continued smiling. His calm was so eerie it made Darryn shudder. Even as he did, Brone gave a light chuckle to himself.

*Is he really blind?*

“Yeah, I’m OK with Tuesday’s powers.” Darryn repeated.

“Those cuts on your back would say otherwise.” Brone tilted his head in thought. “They’re bleeding again.”

Darryn bit down on his lip. Hard. How the hell did this guy know all of this stuff?! Unless…

“Very subtle.” Darryn shook his head with amusement. “You’re good, y’know?”

“Oh, I know.” Brone laughed back, still staring ahead but smiling that wonderful knowing smile.

“And you know about the rest?” Darryn presumed.

“By the rest you mean your own little situation?” Brone offered, rolling his walking stick between his hands.

“That’s a yes then…” Darryn murmured.

*This is insane! Does that mean he’s told Tuesday? He is her brother so why wouldn’t he?... Then again, why would he? It doesn’t effect anyone. Or maybe-*

<Do not worry, Darryn. Your secret is quite safe.> Brone’s voice blossomed within Darryn’s mind. Unlike when Lady announced herself in his head, this entrance was a lot more controlled and came with a welcome glow that put the recipient at ease. <But don’t be afraid to believe in your friends – they are more understanding than you know.>

Darryn smiled and patted Brone on the shoulder.

“Maybe. But when I ‘out’ myself for the second time, it’ll be when things calm down a bit more and the others have settled. It isn’t fair for them to have this much on their plates in one go.” Darryn listened to his own voice and felt a little tension drain from his body with every word. Just like the first time, revealing his true self to someone else made living so much easier.

“And that’s the true mark of an Empath.” Brone reached up to clasp Darryn’s hand. “You’re learning to care, Darryn. And with time, you’ll find that to be the greatest power of all.”


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Jaima looked down at Tuesday as their run slowed. She had taken to the defense part of martial arts quite well, at times reacting before he had been in place.

He wondered if she'd noticed that, after a while, they'd been doing the techniques at full speed. She didn't seem to notice, or at least she didn't seem to care, and if she did notice, she didn't seem to feel any kind of special attention was required for it.

Soon they were at a fence surrounding the large field Tuesday had pointed out before. Tuesday called out, putting her hands to her mouth and shouting, "Venture!"

Jaima was amazed. Tuesday... Silence... was making more noise today than she had made from the day he had met her.

From within the barn came a muffled roar. A gust of air rattled the slats of the barn, and soon they slammed open. Jaima's thoughts were diverted between alarm at the sudden opening to attention to a minor detail that sometimes distracted him at times he was alarmed; in this case, the rubber stops and padding that kept the wood from shattering at the doors' opening; this had evidently happened before.

The first to appear was a great blue head with red crests running back along it's skulls from its brow. Then, lumbering, yet still graceful, a flat, wide, four-legged body not unlike Grondir's trotted out. The last feature to make itself known was the most magnificent. Wide, crimson wings the shape of medieval axes spread, catching the sun and causing Jaima to catch his breath.

"That," Tuesday said, the grin evident in her voice, "is Venture Star."

Jaima watched her as she came out, her long, whip-like tail curling back and forth as she walked to the fence. Her head, with its red crests and spike-like vanes, moved back and forth, watchful but not threatening.

"Venture," Tuesday cried in glee as soon as the dragon was within her arm's reach. She stretched out to touch her nose, then hugged her neck over the two log fence that surrounded the field. Jaima wondered if the fence's purpose was more to protect any large pokemon from coming in than it was to keep Venture Star from escaping.

"She's beautiful," came a wonderous, clear voice from next to him, and Jaima turned his head to see Meiko standing there, dressed in thigh length shorts and a modestly cut tank top, her hair pulled back so that most of it was in a bun. He face was enraptured, and her eyes were locked on the salamence, smiling in child like awe.

* * * * *

<<Train, Little Brother?>> Shadow raised an eyebrow quizzically. <<I don't think you're quite strong enough for a physical strain like that...>>

<<Ah, no, no... ah...>> Zorro held his paws out, struggling with the words. <<You train... you teach me... ah... waves. Ripples. Aura!>> His smile was hopeful, but fell when Shadow shook his head.

<<I cannot teach you such things, Little Brother,>> Shadow said, slowly. Zorro's head dropped, but Shadow's paw raised it again. <<I am not ready to be a teacher. I know so very little myself. However, we will go outside, and we will watch, together, and I will show you what I see.>> Zorro practically whooped for joy, standing and walking, while subdued, with a familiar gait, a spring in his step, that Shadow, smiling, was beginning to realize he'd missed.

* * * * *

No, no, that was very smart, to send November on patrol. No, I'm quite certain it's important, and we should make sure we're all safe anyway. Yes, very smart. All right. Enjoy your training.

Cassandra looked at Mercury with amusement on her features. They were in the psychic space, Mercury hoping to catch a glimpse of the attacker she was, despite her outward calm, beginning to fear wasn't real, and to help her get used to it. Despite the kirlia's own protests of becoming addicted to the space to the detriment of her trainer, Cassandra convinced her. Besides, Psychic Space didn't work that way. It was merely an overlay, an interface, to help the psychic more easily navigate through her duties.

They sat, facing each other, Mercury speaking into what looked like a Victorian era telephone, hanging up and smiling, tucking a few strands of her sky blue hair behind her ear. It was, in short, amazing how the kirlia had adapted this mindscape, her mindscape, to her personal needs and whims. There were surprisingly comfortable tatami mats, the sound of the ocean in the background, a Victorian era telephone to communicate to those who could not (or would not) enter the mindscape, and green tea in Japanese tea cups. Her trainer had a great influence on her life, and it was clear to see, and gratifying.

"Lady says that November is searching through the woods. She seems tense. It might be because she feels like she's taking orders..." The pretty girl chewed her lower lip, and Cassandra chuckled.

"Or perhaps it is because someone has attacked her Prince, or tried to attack her Prince, and she is worried. As are you." Cassandra placed long, elegant fingers on the back of Mercury's pale hand. "You are doing a magnificent job."

"But you don't think there is a reason for all this." It wasn't a question, and Cassandra didn't do her the dishonor to deny the statement.

"I don't believe there is any significant danger to you out there," she said softly. "However, I am also helping you because you do believe it, and I am not infallible."

Mercury nodded, took a long slow drink of her tea, then looked up with her dark blue eyes. "Have you found anything?"

In the real world, Cassandra pulled the bush back silently, seeing the gardevoir in front of her, peering so intently at the house that he likely wouldn't have turned has a heard of donphan walked past.

No. Nothing dangerous.

She stepped through the gap in the branches, then let them come back to place, letting a light rustle sound. As expected, the gardevoir didn't turn.

<<You would do best to leave now.>>

In a whirl of white and green, the gardevoir spun, holding his hands up in frount of him. If it was possible, he paled further upon seeing Cassandra. She smiled at him, saying nothing, but watching him closely.

<<I have... a job to do.>>

Cassandra tilted her head. <<You have no power here, Gardevoir. I can see it in your eyes. You're straining to do what little you've managed. It would...>> She tilted her head, searching for the right word, then smiled, <<behoove you to leave now, before I am forced to get involved.>>

The gardevoir scowled, deeply, then rose, slowly backing away from the house. <<You can't protect them forever.>>

I, Squit, she cooed into his mind, smiling as he reacted in surprise at both her intrusion and the easy way he found out something as personal as his name without his knowing she was looking, won't need to.

Back in the mindscape, there was no interruption. They had been sipping their tea together, Mercury once in a while glancing at the phone. Finally Cassandra set her cup down.

"Your trainer and his lover have been through quite an ordeal. Is it possible that these nightmares are simply signs of stress."

"You're right, of course," Mercury said, causing Cassandra to blink in surprise. "I wouldn't make such a big deal out of it, except that, for Trainer Jaima, it was all too severe. He's not the type to dwell on things. And Trainer Meiko is not given to fear." She sipped her tea, her face set, determined. "This is being done in a clever, subtle way."

It was all Cassandra could do not to laugh.


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Venture Star pulled her head away from Tuesday’s grasp and turned to Meiko, gazing at her with golden-brown eyes. Her lips curled back mildly in a smile and she closed her eyes, a rumbling chuckle rolling from her chest.

“You flatter me, little one.”

Tuesday smiled as the gruff feminine voice rumbled into their minds. Venture Star’s voice was not manly, but it was as sharp as her teeth. “He would say the same about you.” But her words were always as blunt as an anvil.

Meiko’s eyes had gone wide and her face took on a worried gaze as she stared silently at Venture. Venture Star studied her for a moment, before she rumbled softly and pulled her head back slowly – a lot more slowly, Tuesday thought, than she had ever done around her.

Tuesday looked between Venture and Meiko for a moment, before frowned, her previous glee dissipating. Why’s Meiko scared of Venture?

Worry not, little one; she is merely shocked. Venture’s head moved back in front of Tuesday and the dragon blinked honey eyes at her, her voice echoing solely within Tuesday’s mind. My kind, as you know, are not prone to psychic abilities and I do believe that your friend was rather ill-prepared.

Tuesday wilted. I’m sorry.

Not at all, little one. Venture stretched her neck out and nuzzled Tuesday’s chest until the little girl had wrapped her arms around the dragon’s nose and leaned her body against Venture’s face. The dragon rumbled, pleased. After a moment, however, she sighed, hot breath whooshing out of her nostrils and making Tuesday’s ponytail fly backward. Your uncle is flying without me. I’m hurt. She raised her head and stared off into the distance, her eyes seeing much farther than a mere human’s could manage. “Perhaps you would like to introduce your friends to who your uncle really is?”

Jaima looked at Tuesday sharply, but she just smiled at him. “It’s a secret!” she said. “You have to see! Come on!” She grabbed Jaima’s hand and went to grab Meiko’s, but Venture dropped her head down to stop her.

”If you’ll allow me, little one,” she said softly, and turned to Meiko. ”Perhaps you would care to fly there?”

Meiko’s wariness didn’t so much explode as it simply ceased to be. “Yes! Please!” she cried in delight, and Venture rumbled in excitement as she red-head leapt upon her back.

Venture turned her head to Tuesday. ”I made a promise to the little ember that he would be the first to carry you on wings, little one, so I’m afraid you’re running for this.”

Tuesday grinned and gripped Jaima’s hand tightly. “Race you there!” she cried, and jumped into a run. Jaima cried out as she dragged him behind, until he caught up and they raced across the field.

There were two seconds in which they were ahead, and then a roar split the sky and the air behind them cracked with might, wind bursting outward and hitting them in the back. A moment later, Venture Star shot through the sky overhead, Meiko sitting on her back and screaming in glee.

Tuesday laughed and ran through the grass. She watched as Venture glided into a smooth landing and letting Meiko off next to Darryn and Brone, who had already arrived. Tuesday let go of Jaima’s hand and ran up to her brother excitedly.

“Brone! Has somebody linked to you so you can see?”

Darryn glanced over at Tuesday in what seemed to be surprise, but she didn’t pay much attention to her. She was too busy trying to catch her breath.

“I am covered for this viewing, Silence,” Brone assured her, reaching a hand out lightly to find her. Tuesday took his hand in hers and stepped closer, leaning against him.

“You okay?” she asked softly, as Venture took to the skies with a roar.

“Are you worried about me, dear sister?” Brone asked teasingly. Tuesday frowned, her face falling almost into a pout. “I’m fine,” he assured her.

“Fine’s a four-letter word in our family,” she said softly.

Brone sighed softly, patient as always, but loathing her observational skills. “You should worry more for yourself and less for others.”

“When I was little, you told me never to change.”

“You were less annoying when you were little,” he said, his tone serious. Then he poked her in the side with his cane, making her squeal and pull away slightly. She giggled for a time. “I will be fine, Tuesday,” he assured her. “I am merely… unaccustomed to requiring my full shields.”

Tuesday frowned. “Is it because there are so many people here?”

“No,” he said, and his face had become as serious as his voice. He leaned on his cane, sighing. “There are other forces at work here, but I daresn’t speak of them, yet. Be assured that they are being dealt with.”

“Cassandra?”

“She is quite efficient, isn’t she?” he asked, amused. He felt her worry and smiled reassuringly. “I’ll be all right, Tuesday – I promise. There are merely some… complications.”

“I don’t like that word,” she whispered.

“Interventions of Fate?” he offered, causing her to smile. “It’s nothing too serious and will be dealt with promptly, fear not. I promise that everything will become quite clear to you in time.”

The truth was that it had been a long time since Brone had needed to place his shields on full maximum and it was tiring him out. It was not, as one might expect, the proximity of numerous psychics, both human and pokemon, but one psychic in particular.

The gardevoir in the forest may have been trying to attack them all, but his efforts were failing because of his psychic impotence. What he lacked in power, however, he made up for with self-loathing.

Brone had learned from a very young age to put up a shield that would void out emotion, but he had never been able to fully muffle the feeling of self-loathing. It attacked him now as a school of piranha would, nibbling on a piece of him every chance it got. Brone knew that he didn’t look well, and he certainly didn’t feel well. If not for the unintentional attack on his mind and on his soul, Cassandra probably wouldn’t have stepped in. The truth was, however, that much more of that deteriorating emotion could send him into an epileptic seizure, and Brone knew if that happened, Tuesday would never leave his side again.

But Cassandra was taking care of it. The gardevoir didn’t dare defy her – she could defeat any of the psychics present, including him. It was best not to trifle with her.

Brone smiled as the eyes he was looking through glanced at the sky. “Tuesday, here comes our dear, mad uncle.”

Tuesday tilted her head back and stared for a time, before she spotted Venture and her mate, high up in the sky. She pointed upward for the benefit of those who weren’t accustomed to this. “There’s Uncle DeBrody! And he’s on Voodoo!”

“What’s a voodoo?”

“Technically, it’s a fighter aircraft, but in this case, we’re referring to a pokemon,” Brone supplied helpfully. “Namely, DeBrody’s aerodactyl.”

Meiko made a choking sound in reply. “DeBrody has an aerodactyl?!”

A roar interrupted any reply that might have come, and then something seemed to tear off of the purple blotch in the sky. It was a smaller dot, racing downward, dark blue with red streaks. Tuesday watched it with amusement.

“Who do you suppose he got the insanity gene from?” she asked thoughtfully.

There was a pause as they all watched the object plummet.

“Definitely our grandmother,” Brone replied with a nod.

It seemed to take forever for the object to come into something of a distance at which they could define it, and that was when Darryn and Meiko both yelled something crass, and Jaima took a step back, taking on a calculating look, as though planning a rescue.

Brone chuckled once. “Calm,” he ordered, and everyone stopped, staring at him, but for Tuesday. She remained with her gaze locked onto DeBrody, and Brone quickly shifted his consciousness to her. She frowned momentarily as he buried his mind with hers, and then she felt his sightless eyes overlap her own as he watched.

“He knows what he’s doing,” Brone assured them. “And Venture has him.”

That was true. The salamence had wrapped her wings around her body and spun, shooting downward right behind DeBrody in case he needed a last-minute rescue. He was ready, however, and fifty feet from the ground, he pulled the tag on his pack.

A parachute exploded open behind him, black with the image of a giant flame in the middle – the symbol of his first pokemon. He let out a whoop, and then hit the ground, the parachute taking air to land downwind of him. Sitting in the tall grass, he roared with laughter, as Venture Star opened her wings and exploded by overhead and took again to the skies, flying up beside Voodoo.

“That was insane!” he said, leaping to his feet and dropping the parachute pack. “Did you lot see that?”

“No, actually – not really,” Brone admitted.

DeBrody waved him off. “That’s a record – twenty seconds. Still, I want to reach ten. I need to work on my freefall.”

“Are you crazy?!” Meiko cried.

DeBrody just grinned at her. “Relax, Miss Omura – I’ve been doing this for years. Used to be in the Air Force, you know. You have to know how to jump out of planes.” He leaned toward her conspiratorially and stage whispered, “I suggest to never try it without a parachute.”

He stood up suddenly, straightening his outfit. “Allow me to introduce you all to my team!” He waved his hand in the air. “Venture Star and Voodoo, my jump crew!” he cried, and the salamence and aerodactyl exploded by overhead, racing each other to land a small distance beyond the ground. “Warhawk, my diver!” A staraptor came shooting down from the cloud cover, releasing an eerie cry. “Sea Fury, my amphibian base.” He waved a hand toward the pool that formed from trapped sea water, as a gyarados raised her head above the surface and roared. “My navigator, Starfire!” With a cry, a gligar came gliding in on the wind, to land on DeBrody’s shoulder.

“Oh!” he said, pointing behind him. “And Jack.”

There was a chattering screech and a pachirisu came leaping out of the grasses. Like a half-crazed energizer bunny, it dashed across the field in a zigzagging star pattern, grabbing nuts up into his hands and shoving them into his mouth until his cheeks were fat protruding rudely from the sides of his face. He stopped abruptly in the middle of the field and threw back his head, laughing a hysterical, high-pitched cackle.

He stopped laughing abruptly and looked at Tuesday. He pointed at her and, raising two fingers, moved them from pointing at his own eyes to pointing at her in the universally known “I’ll be watching you” sign.

Then with a scream, he turned and dashed off again.

DeBrody sighed after him, rubbing his head. “I knew I forgot something this morning.”


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Darryn's heart was pure thunder long after DeBrody had reached the ground and showed now sign of slowing in the presence of such magnificent Pokemon. They not only looked impressive for all to see, but Darryn's world was illuminated by fireworks of sparkling gold and silver that raced through the air unseen by the others. The sheer joy, compassion and ecstacy of life from these creatures was outstanding and never before had Darryn appreciated his donated gift for its real beauty.

Words could not explain what he was seeing - it was simply... Devine.

<Distracted by bright shiny things?> Lady commented loftily, curling her tails around Darryn's leg. Her fur was a little fluffier than normal and, on closer inspection, a little singed.

<It's hard not to be!> Darryn cut the light from the Emotaglows and found much to his delight that the spectacle of DeBrody's Pokemon was just as impressive with the lights off.

"Jolteee!" Romeo flashed past the umans in hot pursuit of the dashing little ball of blue and white named Jack. The Pachirisu squealed and ran, nuts falling from his cheeks as he rid himself of ballast to gain speed. Romeo laughed insanely, pushing himself to catch the little trickster.

"Ugh, Romeo return." Darryn rolled his eyes and facepalmed as the lightning dog went merrily back into the Quick Ball.

A flutter of short wings annonced Bravo's arrival as he swept down from the air to perch atop Zulu's head.

*What? I thought Zulu went away to sleep?* Darrryn frowned. *And I didn't even hear him come over... that's weird.*

"Ram rar!" Rampardos pointed at Voodoo, beckoning challengingly with an outstretched claw. The Aerodactyl looked completely unimpressed, choosing instead to fuss over Venture Star. Zulu stomped a foot with annoyance, looking to Darryn for support.

"What?" Darryn opened his arms out wide. "I don't have any more berries!"

"I don't think little Zulu wants a berry, Master Kellor!" DeBrody chuckled, patting Voodoo's flank for emphasis. "It looks to me like he wants to have a good old battle!"

"Wha-?" Darryn looked up at his fossil Pokemon suspiciously. "But you never want to battle."

"Maybe the fact that Voodoo is a fossil as well makes him all riled-up?" Tuesday offered, looking between the two Pokemon carefully.

"That makes sense to me." Meiko nodded with a thoughtful frown. "Maybe Zulu sees Voodoo as more of a challenge than whatever he's faced before so is actually bothered to get off that big gray butt and do something about it?"

“I guess…” Darryn mused. “But Zulu isn’t exactly the most experienced battler ever… And that Aerodactyl looks really tough – why would he want to jump into a battle he can’t win?”

“RAM RAM RAAA!” Zulu roared, shaking his head and patting his chest emphatically. With the sudden movement, the Pidgeotto using his head as a perch had to flap clear in a clamour of wings.

"PIDGEOOOOOH!" Bravo screamed, waving his wings in DeBrody's general direction.

“And you’ve got a rather spirited flier there, Master Kellor – maybe he’ll want to test his strength against one of my squadron?” DeBrody spread his arms wide, showing Darryn the selection of opponents.

Bravo screamed again, this time performing a somersault with a scatter of golden Featherdance.

"Trust Darryn's Pokemon to want to show off in front of strong opponents!" Meiko laughed. "Lady will be next!"

The Vulpix gave the girl a stern scowl and turned her nose up with contempt.

"Well I think that's a splendid idea! A battle will get the fresh air deep into our lungs and really liven up the day! It won't be as fun as a little free-fall, but it will do for now!" DeBrody clapped his hands to his hips. "How about all six of us? Pick an opponent and have at it!”


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Once Meiko passed, two distinct urges warred for Jaima's attention. One, an unconscious urge, was to sprint faster, try to pace, or even pass, the flying salamence. The other was to grin from ear to ear at the sounds of unbridled glee floated up to and passing them. The grin urge won, but only because Jaima's legs could move just so fast.

He was hyper aware of his reactions to Meiko now, and part of him mourned this. However, seeing her exhilarated, red cheeked and grinning, calmed his nerves with a kind of warmth, like pouring melted butter over popcorn. She looked at him and blushed, but remained grinning and stepped toward him, taking his hand.

"That was so fun," she whispered, bouncing a little, like she'd done since she was six. Whenever she was truly excited, she'd bounce.

Jaima then blinked. He had, evidently, been aware, but not aware. Tuesday had not only kept up with him, even with his little burst of speed.

She had passed him.

He watched her conversation with Brone, picking up the worry, the tenseness sin her shoulders giving up her feelings. Evidently, however, Brone was as adept as assuaging her fears as anyone; She giggled, then, though concerned, no longer bothered Brone about it, though she kept a safe distance. It was all forgotten, at any rate, by the approach of her uncle.

And the fall of her uncle. Or, rather, plummet.

Jaima's mind raced, even as Meiko and Darryn swore, and if he could have flown himself, he would have. His hands went, automatically, to his belt, though most of his pokemon were out and enjoying the day.

"Calm."

That's my line!

The outrage, surprise, and, yes, teasing in the mental cry was so out of the usual that Jaima almost burst out laughing, despite the circumstances, and missed what Brone had said entirely.

The spectacle was amazing. DeBrody's team was amazing, save for Jack, who was insane, and for DeBrody himself, who was borderline. Why would anyone jump off of a perfectly good pokemon?!

That was when Zulu roared his challenge (preceeded, comically, by Romeo scattering after Jack, causing the squirrel pokemon to run screaming from the dog until he was caught.

There was talk of challenges, and then talk of more than one battle. Jaima decided he'd wait and see. He looked over at Meiko, who, oddly, was hanging back.

"You don't want to battle," Jaima said softly, approaching her. Meiko looked up and blushed.

"Nah. Eggheart's not ready for a battle, yet, not against pokemon of this strength. DesertDancer is with Shadow, Zorro, and Ramhorn, and Cosette is with Grondir. Besides, I don't think she's ready to fight yet." Meiko shrugged. "I have no idea where Rockclaw is. Maybe if I had Chompwater with me..." Her shoulders slumped when she saw the tight expression on his face. "I'll sit out," she said, summoning a smile.

* * * * *

The corphish danced on the keyboard to the one connected computer that this old human had in his house. It had taken his master forever to teach the corphish to use his legs as fingers on the keyboard, but he'd mastered it. He'd always known he was to keep tabs on the girl, but she proved difficult. She kept him in his ball untill recently, she got into weird situations, there were others on her team which watched him closely. And now she was cheating on his master!

Well, no more. He'd finally gotten to a computer, and finally entered the address he had been given, and finally entered in the address he'd been given to contact his master. Once on the appropriate screen to create an e-mail for him, the corphish stepped like a dancer on each key.

C - O - M - E......T - O.......F - U - R - O - H........M - E - E - T.......I - N.......P - E - T - R.

After that, all that was left was to hit send, and soon she would be back where sh belonged.

* * * * *

Jaima, too, hung back, though looking at Ember, she seemed eager to fight. Jaima knelt next to her. He hadn't really used her, or Fang, or Tsunami, nearly as he had the rest. Maybe, soon, he'd change that.

"Jaima?"

Jaima turned as Tuesday looked at him calculatingly. Then she bowed. "I challenge you to a battle."

Jaima blinked, then stood and bowed in return. "I accept."


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It had taken a lot of determination for Tuesday to challenge Jaima to a battle. Even standing across from him now, she doubted herself. Yes, she had fought against Team Deception on multiple occasions, but that was a battle of instinct for her life and the lives of her friends. This was different – this wasn’t a battle for her life or even one for freedom. This was a battle against a friend; a practice, if you will, but she still worried. Jaima had agreed, but was he really okay with it?

But when she looked across at him, there was a smile on his face – one of the ones he wore when he was amused by her book references or pleased by something that she had accomplished, one of the things that she doubted she ever could.

She smiled shyly, looking inward. Jaima wasn’t mad that she had challenged him to battle, he was proud of her.

Her smile turned into a grin. Well, that made it just fine, then.

Reaching to her belt, Tuesday touched the first pokeball and felt the warmth of fire and life within it. She couldn’t think of a better pokemon to begin the battle with.

She grinned across at Jaima, tossing the pokeball out. Dante appeared in a flash of light still redder than his leathery skin, snorting and turning to face his opponent, until he stopped, blinking at Jaima. Narrowing his eyes, he snorted and crouched, ready for battle.

Tuesday blinked at him, a bit surprised by Dante’s willingness. She gave a mental shrug then. Charmeleon were well-known for their hotheadedness, and she knew that their evolution often sought out powerful opponents to fight and test their strength again. She supposed it was only a matter of time.

“I have a few new things to show you, Jaima,” she said, smiling across at him. “Who are you battling with?”

Jaima smiled back across from her and pulled out his own pokeball. “Fire with fire, shall we?” he asked, and called out Ember.

Standing by a tree near where the battle was to take place, Odysseus raised a brow at Ember and smiled. He nodded at Dante with a smile. “With respect, lad, I wish you luck, but I’m rooting for the little ‘un.”

Dante snorted at the buizel. “Root for whoever you wish, but I’m winning, Chief.”

Odysseus gave a smirk and a shrug. “Have at i’, lad.” He turned to Ember and smiled. “Dig deep, lass. I be lookin’ forward t’ this.”

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DeBrody gave a stretch as he stood across from Darryn, grinning at the sky. "This has been a good day. I got a jump in, broke my record, and now we're have a battle of the fossils." He gave a grin and waved his hand, his aerodactyl falling in beside him.

"Go do that voodoo that you do," he said, and gave an inviting wave forward.

With a roar, Voodoo launched into the sky overheard, and the battle was begun.


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With Voodoo in the air, Darryn was left speechless for several long seconds. He wanted a Pokemon that he could fly on! He wanted to feel the wind roar through his hair while the world passed below in silence. For now, he’d have to be patient and just do what he knew best.

“Zulu and Bravo, return.” Darryn called the Rampardos and Pidgeotto back into their Pokeballs. DeBrody raised a quizzical eyebrow. Darryn smiled. “As you know, I’m now a Co-Ordinator so entrances are just as important as the battles themselves. Let me show you what we can do! I call Zulu to the field!”

The Luxury Ball span to the ground, launching red light straight up into the air where the great fossil Pokemon materialised with a roar and stomped back to the ground, his glowing arms slamming the earth with a ferocious Hammer Arm that rip the ground to shreds and scattered pebbles, twigs and leaves like dust.

A fire was well and truly lit in the Pokemon’s eyes that Darryn had not seen before. It bordered the blind red rage that had consumed him back in the forest when he evolved but feel a little short. Some control was still there, albeit a small amount.

Without waiting for pause, Darryn put plans into motion. Of all his Pokemon Zulu was the one that had had the least battle practice (saving Victor who was still new) and so had the least combinations prepared. Not only that, but Zulu was a certified close-combat fighter with only one option for a ranged attack. Darryn chewed his lip. Three options. Attack. Prepare for defence. Prepare for a counter-attack.

“Voodoo!” DeBrody’s voice carried no order but the Aerodactyl seemed to know exactly what to do. His wings folded and the resulting stoop became a full-bodied assault.

*A Tackle?! No… there’s more power than that… it’s Take Down!*

“Zulu! Counter with Ancientpower!”

“Rampaaar!” Zulu locked his arms into a cross on his chest, summoning spins balls of light from his body to coalesce before him before spreading his arms and scattering the projectiles upward towards his opponent. The spheres appeared to scatter without direction but with a flick of his wrists, Zulu took control from a distance and focused them upon his target. DeBrody’s Aerodactyl, still diving at his target, span into the dive, dodging each approaching missile with ease before flaring his wings at ground level and rocketing right at Zulu.

The force with which Voodoo hit Zulu produced a shockwave that ruffled Darryn’s glossy hair and forced him to squeeze his eyes shut. The hit was so… so…

<It is too strong.> Lady warned Darryn, her tails waving menacingly as she stepped up beside him to watch Zulu struggling back to his feet while Voodoo soared back into the air to prepare for another pass. Her ever-watchful eyes gazed intently at Zulu. <I can help the brute win?>

<No.> Darryn replied quickly. <There is no shame in losing – it helps us learn and makes us stronger.>

Lady made no further response.

“Voodoo! Iron Head!” DeBrody’s call carried merriment but it was less than before. He didn’t sound bored exactly but his high was definitely sinking.

“Zulu! Scary Face!”

The stooping Aerodactyl balked in the air as Zulu’s raging eyes locked with its own, slowing the dive to a rapid glide. Launching himself into a sprint, Zulu ran wide of Voodoo, springing up into the air with a glowing fist.

“That’s it! Hammer Arm!” Darryn cried, delighted that Zulu got an opening.

“Make it a Wing Attack!”

Zulu’s gulp of surprise was all that was heard before Voodoo’s wing slashed backwards, connecting with his neck and propelling him directly at the ground. With a resounding crash, Zulu slammed into the dirt, creating a crater twice the size of his own body.

“Zulu! No!”

<I believe it is time for me to intervene.> Lady suggested, her eyes flashing blue.

<Lady! No!>


Zulu’s pain-wracked body slowly rose, nearly downed by a mere two hits which, for all intents and purposes, shouldn’t have been very effective at all. He eyes shimmered a pale blue as his focus was regained, searching the air for the Aerodactyl.

<Whatever you’re doing, stop it.> Darryn hissed at Lady between their minds.

<I’m just teaching him a new trick.> Lady said loftily. <Order a Headbutt attack and we’ll see the results.>

<But… Damn it!>

“Zulu! Headbutt attack!”

“Voodoo! Iron Head!”

The two fossil Pokemon surged towards each other, lowering their skulls for a head-on collision. As Zulu raced ahead, a mystical swirling energy grew in his cranium. A shining light within his head produced a psychic aura that could only be Lady’s doing and yet… the power seemed to come from Zulu himself.

“What is that…?”

As the two fossils slammed together, Darryn could see the aura around Zulu’s entire body surge. It immediately stained red with inconceivable rage as their heads met – a rage that had only been witnessed before when he had evolved. And yet, even as that energy grew it evaporated into nothingness. Zulu’s body collapsed and fell, tumbled end over end across the ground to lay in an unconscious heap next to Darryn’s feet.

“Looks to me like your Rampardos just learned Zen Headbut, Master Kellor!” DeBrody chuckled heartily. “Just look how my Voodoo is flinching!”

Darryn looked up from his fainted Pokemon to see the Aerodactyl stood on the ground, shaking his head as though in a daze. True, he was hardly breathing heavily and no scratches appeared to be on him but the effect was definitely there.

“I… I guess he did!” Darryn leaned down to pat Zulu’s flank fondly. “Well done, Zulu…”

<Well done, Lady.> The Vulpix corrected him, sitting back and allowing her eyes to fade back to their normal chestnut.


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Ember was quivering. Odysseus, who was nice, and just as good a fighter as she'd thought he was, had told her that she was a natural, she only had to figure out what motivated her to fight. There was only one problem with that.

She had no idea what that was.

Oh, she had been pondering it for a while, ever since he'd told her that. When Jaima had gone to sleep early, she hadn't. Instead she'd looked out the window, wondering what it had been that had made her fight well.

The first time was when Fang had been knocked out. That pokemon had been mean! Fang was, at the time, a little thing.

The next time had been for Tuesday, though Ember hadn't known her name then. Only that the girl had rescued her, and had intended to take her back to Jaima, and the bayleef was going to hurt a nice person. It made her mad.

When she *had* fought otherwise, it was to please Jaima, or because they were being attacked. Then pokemon started evolving. First Mercury, who had been the newest, and then Shadow, who had hatched just before her. Fang was next, and she began to fear she would never change like they did, never get stronger or better able to fight.

And then it happened. But she was still scared!

Finally she came to Odysseus, because he'd fought Victor pretty well, and had fought with the others, she'd been told, when the camp had been attacked. Only he said she already knew how to fight.

And now, there was Dante an angry scowl on his face, glaring at her as if she were the worst possible creature ever.

No... Wait... He wasn't looking at her...

With a growl, he sent a gout of flame, and Jaima ordered her into a tackle attack.

* * * * *

Jaima looked at Tuesday, not out at the pokemon. He was confident that Ember could, for now, handle herself, and he wanted to give her a little time to deal with any fear.

Looking across at Tuesday, it had seemed that she was having second thoughts. Why, he couldn't say. Maybe it was the stigma of his having won two badges. He hoped not. He truly believed, and insisted, that he had been more or less lucky in that.

Maybe it was just more of Tuesday's need to not to impose. This was something Jaima had recognized early in her, which had been confirmed in Arasam. Something which he had recognized only through self examination.

Maybe it was just that she felt she was a bother for making the challenge. But make it she did, and in doing so was taking another step toward self reliance.

He smiled at her, and her worry turned into a smile, and then a grin. She called Dante out, a small surprise, since he'd recently angered her to the point of yelling. Jaima, however, approved of the choice. He was, it was obvious, going to be her main battler, and using him showed a trust that he might have feared gone otherwise. Dante seemed eager to please, giving a fierce hiss in Jaima's direction.

Jaima called Ember, smiled at Tuesday, and called out, "Give it your best, Tuesy! This is training!"

Jaima knew that most of what Ember'd learned by her evolution were fire moves, and Jaima wanted to switch it up a bit. "Ember! Tackle!"

* * * * *

Meiko watched Jaima and Tuesday with a bittersweet smile on her face.

Toshiro... Toshiro had reached across time and space and managed to mess things up for her again. She never once believed that she'd forgotten, or could forget, anything that had happened, but, perhaps foolishly, she believed she had 'gotten over' what had happened. The shattering of that belief challeneged everything else she believed.

She had gone home for a while, but then she'd sought out Jaima. A boy she'd had a crush on since she was eight. More and more, she wondered if she was pursuing that crush, rather than what she believed, that she had been finding out if they could be more than friends. She had acted impulsively, and while it had paid off in the beginning, what about the long term? What if Jaima was being a typical boy and was just in it for the physical rewards? When she'd come here, he'd been involved with a Nurse Joy, and had left her because she would be stationary, and he was travelling. Did he think of her as a travellng make out partner?

That wasn't what she wanted at all.

She didn't think he was a threat. At least, not snce talking to Darryn. But so many questions rolled through her mind, and the answers were all so potentially hurtful; was he using her? Was she using him? Did he think of her as a tool, something with which to satisfy his 'needs'? Did she think of him that way? Was he a safety net?

Her head hurt. Her throat hurt. And she wanted to go back to before the attack and forget all this.

* * * * *

"Tackle!"

Ember, for a split second, hesitated. But then she launched herself at Dante, letting the fire of his Ember attack roll over her, her small, triangular ears folded back to protect the sensitive skin inside them. Yes, it would hurt a bit, but her hide was fireproof. The flames wouldn't do permanent damage.

As she passed through them and hit Dante in the chest, she turned, scampering off. Her eyes narrowed in confusion. Jaima had stepped to the side. He wasn't looking overly concerned, but there was a scorch mark near his feet. That happened sometimes, sure, but still, Dante was a careful fire type.

<<Please be careful, Dante,>> she reminded him gently. Dante didn't seem to respond.

"Ember! Quick attack, then Smokescreen!" This time, there was no hesitation. Part of it was that she was resigned to fight, but also, Dante's little mistake with the fire had made her a little angry. She pushed off with her strong rear feet and launched at him, a blur of charcoal blue and cream colored fur. Dante had tried to dodge, and Tuesday's cry had turned that into an attack as Dante stood on on foot, pitched forward with his tail counter balancing him, and began to spin, spewing flames from his mouth, and his tail whipping around to catch her in the head. She shook her head and her tail, releasing a stream of smoke, then danced backwards, shaking her head. Dante was still spinning, even though she was not there, and Ember reacted in embarrassment. The smoke barely reached his chest, and his head was clear of the smoke. That's what made the next little bit startling.

Dante's spin ended with him facing Jaima, and rather than stopping the flames, Dante continued to spew them, blatantly sending the stream toward the male trainer. Jaima didn't move, as the stream wasn't close to him, but the message was clear.

"That's OK, Ember. Next time, let's get that smoke as high as you can!" Jaima called, but that was, right now, the least of her concerns.

<<Stop that,>> Ember chided. Dante looked back at her and curled a lip. Then he rushed at her, trying to claw her. Had Tuesday ordered it? Very possible, she thought, as blood rushing through her ears was making it a little hard to hear. As Dante clawed at her, she dodged back toward Jaima, to better hear his next order.

When she got near Jaima, Dante sent an ember attack right at Jaima. It was blatant, again, and it made her mad.

<<You did that on purpose!>>

Dante sneered at her. <<Consider this a trial by fire. A scar or two will do well to remind him not to be a heartless pile of muk vomit.>>

Ember saw red, like when Fang had been knocked out, or when Tuesday had been attacked. <<What,>> she growled with deliberate calm, <<did you just say?>>

A small part of her mind got Odysseus' point. Her motivation to fight was her team, and her trainer. And Dante had showed her it was time to fight.


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The lass had found her motivation. That was well and truly clear to anyone who was watching the battle.

What a pity the charmeleon had to be such an ass for it to occur. The respect that Odysseus had felt toward Dante was gone. The charmeleon was acting far too childish for Odysseus to even consider him an equal at this point. As it was, the buizel hoped that Ember won – not only because it would boost her confidence, but because the charmeleon could do with a lesson in humility.

“Dig deep, lass,” Odysseus murmured quietly, watching as the quilava fought well and with great prowess. There was no doubt that she was a natural fighter. If she wished it, Odysseus would help her to find her motivation beyond when her team was in danger.

Odysseus sighed softly. It was clear that the lass hadn’t realized how angry Dante was with the one she called brother, else she would have done something about it, he knew. Pokemon, however, were always more observant in areas such as that. It was not unexpected that she didn’t realize. Odysseus didn’t fancy being around when she did; that would not be a pretty confrontation.

He watched as Ember’s attacks gained strength in her anger, and Dante’s gained carelessness in his ire. The flames licked the air as the two fire pokemon battled fiercely, and their words were cast back and forth in anger. Ember wanted Dante to stop being negligent in his attacks, risking Jaima’s welfare, but that wasn’t truly the case. If not for the fact that it would have been painfully obvious to Tuesday, Odysseus didn’t doubt that the charmeleon would have outright attacked Jaima.

It was sad, really. After all, Dante’s trainer had nearly died at the hands of a pokemon doing the same thing. He wondered if the charmeleon would be so easy to let his flames get close to the human if he was offered this comparison.

But Odysseus remained silent. This was not his fight, and he would not interfere, unless necessary. He did, however, move closer to Jaima’s side of the battlefield. If anything happened, his water attacks would do well to keep the flames at bay and any harm from coming to the boy.

He glanced over at Dante, his eyes narrowing. He had seen much in his long life and he was old, though perhaps not as wise as some would dare to say. Still, he knew foolishness when he saw it, and he and Dante would have words later about his behavior.

For the moment, however, the battle raged on.

~*~


That one there’s a bonfire and a half! DeBrody laughed to himself, gazing with amused pride at the vulpix. Oh, she was a smart one, but people often didn’t realize how observant DeBrody was, mistaking his demeanor and actions for borderline insanity. He wouldn’t have it any other way.

So he caught the glowing eyes of the vulpix and it didn’t take a genius to know that she was doing something toward the battle. It didn’t bother him – this battle was for fun. He would have called her or her trainer on it, had this been an official battle, but he was enjoying this too much to ruin it.

Besides, the rampardos was strong, but not nearly strong enough even with help.

The second part of the battle was to commence, however, and DeBrody raised his hand in the air, calling the attention of his watching pokemon. “Warhawk, front and center!”

With a startlingly beautiful but eerie cry, the staraptor burst in a flurry of feathers from where he had been perching and shot to the battlefield, Voodoo having been recalled to the sidelines. The staraptor settled to the ground with grace, his slow, graceful wing flaps sending dust flying outward from him in all direction.

“Now that’s an entrance!” DeBrody cried happily. He grinned wildly, his eyes sparkling. “All right, Darryn – call forth your challenger and let’s have some fun!”

~*~


Zorro crouched on top of a fence post, watching the battles as they raged on. Darryn’s battle with DeBrody was interesting to watch, especially since it was a battle focused on the strength of two fossil types. As Zulu was defeated, however, Zorro turned his attention back to the battle between Ember and Dante. Fire against fire was interesting enough, but Ember, who Zorro knew was rather timid and didn’t like to fight, was showing a level of prowess that he had never seen from her. She was fighting with fire burning from her back as ferociously as it blazed in her eyes.

As Zorro watched, he tried to concentrate not only upon what his eyes saw, but also at what he was able to see with a sixth sense that few held. What Shadow said that he could see in waves, Zorro was only able to view in ripples, but he was learning.

From Ember now, he could see choppy, crimson ripples, clearly coming off of her in a rage. He cocked his head to the side thoughtfully as he turned this “vision” to Dante, seeing similar ripples from him, though his were scattered, jerking all over the place in a uncontrolled manner – carelessly.

Zorro tilted his head to the side in confusion, looking at Shadow. “Dante es… no like his self,” he said in curiosity and concern.

“Yes, little brother,” Shadow replied, also looking. “It seems that he is bothered by something.”

“Es no worry,” Zorro said. “Es rabia.”

Shadow nodded silently, thoughtfully, as was his way. “Let us watch, then.”

Zorro turned his eyes back to the battle, confused and a little worried, but he trusted Zorro. “Sí.”

~*~


Dante was not happy.

Not. One. Bit.

If he had to answer truthfully, he would have grudgingly admitted that it was because he was losing to a pokemon who insisted on protecting Jaima from what he concerned his justifiable wrath.

She – the timid, weak, terrified-of-everything quilava – was kicking his ass.

He hated her at this point. He hated her for protecting him, and keeping Dante from giving Jaima what he deserved. The stupid boy had done nothing but force Tuesday again and again to face her greatest fear, and then, when she needed someone to tell her not to hurt herself, or to change her wet shoes and socks – because she would never remember to do anything for herself when someone else needed help – he was flirting with his stupid girlfriend! He needed to be taught a lesson!

Dante threw his head forward and hissed loudly, ferociously, putting his entire body into the snarl. ”Your stupid trainer is worthless! Dante yelled at Ember. ”I hope he and his stupid hypocrisy burn, and I hope I’m the source of the flames!”

He saw the quilava’s whole body tense in anger, her eyes burning. It looked as though she wanted to say something, but words had failed her, and she was left with a consternated look on her face, almost as though she were physically in pain, or trying to force something out of her. In fact, she almost looked constipated. If Dante wasn’t so pissed off at her, he might have laughed.

Her back and rear flames flared higher than they had ever before, and her eyes narrowed. Her forepaws lowered her to the ground and her rear rose in the air as she snarled – yes, snarled – her response. "My trainer has done nothing but care for your trainer! And if you touch him, you will learn what it's like to burn!"

Your trainer is a useless, self-serving prick who can go and rot, and I hope he does! So long as he stays well and good away from my trainer. I don’t need her hurt anymore by people who care only for themselves!”
Dante hissed loudly. “And you stay away from her, too!” Opening his mouth, he released a wave of fire in a flamethrower attack, not caring where it went, so long as it kept away everyone who would dare to hurt his trainer.


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“All right, Darryn – call forth your challenger and let’s have some fun!”

*So Zulu couldn’t take on DeBrody’s Pokemon with pure strength but maybe my team’s speciality will be enough! The obvious choice for this would be Romeo but Bravo had been so psyched! The feathers are gonna fly for sure!*

Darryn’s fingers flickered to the Premier Ball at his belt and snared it in a pinch, rolling it smoothly in his palm so that his index finger rested squarely on the button. Bravo would have a hard time against a larger bird like the fearsome Staraptor named Warhawk that faced them but surely he would be able to show off one or two on his better manouevers. After all, how many Pidgeotto knew Heatwave?!

Ripple.

Darryn wiggled his nose and blinked. What was that?

Ripple. Ripple.

Darryn’s ears itched terribly and his eyes began watering. Someone was letting off the most confusing of emotions that he was doomed to distraction. Excitement predominantly fed the feeling flowing from nearby, mixed with confusion and uncertainty. Opening his Inner Eyes, Darryn looked around the paddock to find the swirling lights that denounced such emotions. It was Meiko.

<Uh, Lady?> Darryn asked his Vulpix quickly. <Can you ask Romeo to go get Meiko’s Sandshrew from the other field? Meiko said he was with Shadow… I think she wants to battle… but she’s making excuses for herself… but she really wants to.>

<As you wish, Prince Darryn.> Came the sigh of a reply.

Romeo’s body twitched with excitement as Lady spoke to him directly using her actual voice. With a bark and a laugh, Romeo’s fur stood out on end and like the lightning that he used as a weapon, was gone in an instant. With that sorted and the battlefield ready, Darryn focused himself again.

“Zulu might not have had the strength to stand up to a Pokemon as strong as Voodoo but my next choice has more than just strength on his side! I call Bravo to the field!” Darryn span and released, the Premier Ball cracking open in dazzling rays of white and red as the Pidgeotto tore directly upwards, scattering golden feathers in his wake before releasing a conclusive puff of Featherdance at the peak of his climb. Rather than land like the Staraptor had, Bravo remained aloft, circling the battlefield.



“Oh-ho-ho!” DeBrody chuckled. “I see your own wings are very well Co-ordinated! Let’s see how they battle.”

“They battle like this! Bravo, Whirlwind, Go!”

“PIDGEOOOH!” Bravo screamed, leaning back in the air and propelling forth an immense gust that swirled downwards into a raging spiral of wind that descended all around Warhawk. The Staraptor disappeared from view as dust and leaves got caught up in the wind, raging into a spout like that caused by a mini tornado. DeBrody laughed.

“I see! Now, let’s counter that with our own Whirlwind!”

From within the vortex came an eerie cry as a new wind blew out from within the original. The dust and leaves around Warhawk were dispelled instantly, scattering every which way as the bird propelled its own attack upwards. Bravo squawked with shock as the Whirlwind enveloped him, turning him end over end through the air without mercy. By the time Bravo righted himself, and caught his breath the larger bird was in the air beak-to-beak with him.

“Close Combat!”

Wing. Claw. Beak. Claw. Wing. Wing. Claw. Wing. Wing. Beak. Bravo was slammed repeatedly in midair as Warhawk tore him a new one, slamming his limbs repeatedly into the smaller flying-type’s body. Bravo plummeted with a scream as the attack ended, slamming the ground with a puff of feathers.



“Bravo!” Darryn gasped. How had he been taken down so fast?! It wasn’t possible!

“Now Aerial Ace!” DeBrody simply wasn’t letting up! This match was going to be over even faster than Zulu’s if Bravo didn't act fast!

“Bravo! Jump and use Gust-Counter!” Darryn called out his first Co-ordination.



Bravo flapped strongly away from the floor to dodge Warhawk’s incoming attack and beat down a slash of air at the foe’s back. Warhawk, however, anticipated the move and dodged with a sharp bank, circling quickly to attack with Aerial Ace again.

“Follow with Mud Feathers!”

Bravo dropped like a stone to the ground, landing on his feet and flapping insanely at the ground. Mud Slap met Featherdance creating hardened projectiles that flew at the enemy like a spray of knives. Warhawk dodged again, flaring and climbing straight up into the air. Bravo took off after the larger bird, shooting upwards in his wake.

*Yes! Looks like DeBrody’s Pokemon aren’t used to Contest battling!*

“Bravo! Use Twister!”

As they continued to fly straight up, Bravo span to create a swirling silvery blue hurricane that stretched down to the ground and up to the clouds. Warhawk disappeared within the shining vortex with a shrill cry and a gasp from his trainer who was watching with wide eyes. Those eyes softened quickly into a hearty chortle.

“You’re supposed to fly above the storm, you old featherbrain! Above!”

Warhawk came tearing out of the Twister, seemingly unscathed, with a glitter in his eye that said he was annoyed. Bravo neatly twisted around in the air and began to stoop with Warhawk in hot pursuit. The Staraptor was clearly faster, the distance between itself and the smaller Pidgeotto closing quickly. Darryn glared daggers at the bird. First, Zulu was outdone with power and now Bravo was beaten in speed?!

*I really have a long way to go, huh?*

“That’s it, Bravo! Now Featherdance!”

Feathers poured out of Bravo as he fell, swirling upwards to smatter Warhawk as he plummeted behind. The feathers temporarily blinded the bird as they stuck to his face and body, sapping his strength with their strange golden light. Bravo banked away, circling around for another attack while Warhawk went… well… he went mental. Darryn learned later that day that Staraptor are especially mindful of the state of their crown – the tuft the hangs down over their face. The feathers that Bravo had used to defend himself had, quite simply, mussed the great brid’s hair and as such the creature became enraged.

“RAPTOOOR!” Warhawk’s body took on a powerful blue light as his final ttack began to charge and Darryn panicked. He had seen it before only once on his old friend’s Swellow. Bravo didn’t stand a chance.

*Not Brave Bird! If that hits, it’s all over!

“Bravo! Heat Wave!”

“Heat Wave?!” DeBrody’s jaw dropped again.

Bravo kicked his wings into overdrive, a gout of flames igniting in hisbreast and racing through the air towards his opponent. Warhawk broke into a dashing attack, meeting the flames head on and slicing through them like a knife through butter. The flames whirled around Warhawk ineffectively as the mighty bird slammed its attack home into Bravo’s small frame. With a strangled cry, Bravo folded and fell.



Darryn recalled the bird before he could hit the ground, proud that his Pokemon had put up such a good fight.


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Jaima stepped back instinctively, bringing a hand to his face as the flamethrower went wild. He felt odd. Something, obviously, had been going on. He hadn't seen Ember so eager to battle, so... if he didn't know better, he'd say she was actually angry. And Dante, for his part, was in a righteous hissy fit.

If he didn't know better.

The flames, luckily, were only on his side of the field. He could immediately feel Mercury's ire at the nature of the thought, and would have grinned if he wasn't so afraid, but it was true. He'd rather have the fire be focused on himself than on Tuesday, especially if that fire was coming from his own pokemon's mouth.

Mercury was in front of him, her arms spread out, silhouetted in the flames, but, luckily, they fell short. Dante's desire wasn't to hurt anyone, Jaima felt, but as a show of force. 'Be careful, or I'll burn you.' Ember, being much closer to Dante, was engulfed, and Jaima briefly was concerned. Maybe he should stop the fight.

Trainer Jaima, I love you. But you need to let this happen. Jaima blinked. He had only heard that tone in Mercury's mental voice once, and then her speech was much simpler... but she was very, very angry right now.

He briefly wondered what Lady had done now.

* * * * *

Desertdancer lounged back, enjoying the company of his fighting type companions. Many would have felt ignored by the two paying attention to the fighting and not the sandshrew, but Desertdancer loved it. They were not being silent, so he could hear everything they said, and the information they imparted was delightful. And also worrying. It seemed young Dante had worked himself up into a towering rage. Ah, the species and evolution. It was, in part, why he had chosen to remain a sandshrew. The 'slashes were much, much more volatile, he knew, and he'd rather keep his head, thank you.

A sort of buzzing sound caught his attention, and, likely, that of his comrades, but it was Desertdancer who took his eyes off of the battle in progress to watch the jolteon dash toward them. If he didn't stop soon, he would likely bowl into one of the trio, but the jolteon didn't seem too concerned. He altered his course with lightning speed, dashing between the riolu and the lucario, and heading straight for...

Oh dear...

The impact was less than he'd expected, and though they did roll quite a ways, Desertdancer was most willing to chalk it up to his round body more than any purposeful impact. Still, it was disconcerting to see those brown, slightly glazed eyes staring down at him.

<<You're a sandshrew, right?>>

Desertdance blinked, then chuckled. He wasn't in any real danger, not from the pup. Electricity had no effect on him whatsoever, and the pup was not trying to attack him in any other way. <<I suppose I am at that,>> he replied amiably.

<<Finally!>> Romeo hopped off him, then grabbed a paw (gently, of course. As said before, the pup wasn't trying to hurt Desertdancer), and began pulling him. <<Daiaiy sayfs yoff haffa co' fied wiff mou may!>>

Desertdancer blinked and pulled free. <<I'm sorry, lad, what?>>

<<Danny says you hafta come fight with your May! And you taste like dirt! And he sent me to get you, because I'm the fastest! Come on, come on!>>

Desertdancer scowled. <<Listen, lad,>> he said gently. <<I'm not sure what it is that you're getting at...>>

If there was any exasperation in the jolteon, Desertdancer couldn't feel or sense it, but then his species had no talent for that sort of thing. No, it was observation that won him any foresight! The jolteon sat next to him and sighed. <<Danny,>> He said, pointing to Darryn, who's concentration was on the field, <<told Lassie,>> he pointed with his nose to Lady, who turned back and glared at him even though there was no way she could hear him, <<to have me,>> he paused puffing out his chest, <<because I'm the fastest, get you, and have you battle with your May, because she's in the mood to battle and is just being a sulkybutt! At least, Lassie says she's a sulkybutt, I don't think Danny actually said sulkybutt...>>

It took a moment or two, but finally Desertdancer got it. <<Yes, yes, I see. Thank you, Romeo,>> he said, patting the jolteon in the head, before walking to Meiko.

She was, indeed, watching both battles intently, and Desertdancer had been one of her pokemon long enough to pick up signals, as well. He prided himself on his observational skills. Human bodies, especially, spoke volumes. She seemed relaxed, yes, but her fists were clenched, and her eyes were wide, and her left leg was bouncing a bit.

She was the portrait of someone who wanted to battle.

Desertdancer waddled to her hand, took it, careful not to drive his claws into her pink skin, and pulled. <<Come now, dear. We both know how you get when you're over excited, and you won't be able to sleep tonight. Mew knows that when you don't sleep, you worry, and you have quite enough to worry about. Honestly, something has set you crooked with that young man, and he certainly has proven himself to me...>>

Meiko blinked down at him. "What is it, sweety?" He pulled again, and she was nearly pulled over. "Dancer! What?" When he looked up and her, and then pointed at the area where Darryn and DeBrody were squaring off, and then again where Jaima and Tuesday were, much closer, Meiko blinked. "You want to battle, boy? I don't know..."

Desertdancer huffed out a breath. <<Come now, young lady, don't be intractable. You don't have to be shy, they're your friends. And besides, the young man whom Tuesday knows doesn't seem to have a sparring partner. Now let's not dilly-dally, shall we?>>

Meiko looked, then sighed. "OK, OK, I do want to battle, but..." She smiled sadly. "You're right. I should just go ask Darryn if he wants to battle."

Desertdancer pulled her and she got to her feet, pulling her sandshrew to her chest and walking toward the battlers.

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The fires faded, leaving a dark scorch mark and smoke billowing on a full half of the field. Dante stepped back, looking quite satisfied.

<<Are you done now?>>

Before he had a chance to look surprised, Ember had come out of the smoke, trailing it behind her. She rose to her hind legs, her tiny forepaws growing long, claw-like glowing extensions. She swiped, slowly, deliberately, backing Dante up with each swipe.

<<Jaima has done nothing but care for people since we met! And he did it through the worst time in his life, because he was the only one there, and he never abandoned those girls or his mom, because they needed him!>> She dropped low, sliding the distance between Dante and her, kicking him viciously in the stomach with her back foot, then rose and kicked him with the one she stepped off from. <<The only two things he's ever done for himself was buy glasses and come here, and his mother had to practically force him to do that!>> She launched forward, slamming her head against his chest, sending him flying back. <<I don't know what your problem is, but maybe someone else should watch the egg until you calm,>> fire enveloped her as she spun forward like a discus on the ground, <<down and,>> she rose from the spin, clawing with each hand, spiraling up, <<figure it out!>>

Ember landed at the same time Dante did, except that she was on her feet and Dante was back, struggling to get up. Ember dropped to all fours, but did not relax otherwise.

<<What is your problem, Dante?>> There was no answer except for Dante opening his mouth again, and Ember launched forward, slamming into him and knocking him down. Ember backed up, and it took Dante a bit longer to rise.

<<What is your problem, Dante?>> Again, there was no answer, but he crouched and hissed, his eyes flashing. Ember sighed, charged him again, and struck his chest with her quick attack.

"OK, I think that's enough. It's only training, right?" Jaima grinned at Tuesday. "I'm telling you, somehow you and Meiko and Mindy bring out some awesome things in my pokemon!"

He struggled to rise, and Ember snorted, until Jaima called an end to it. She didn't feel good about the praise he gave her, and watched, blankly, as Tsunami took the field, idly putting out the flames that Dante had started.


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The battle over, DeBrody recalled Warhawk from the battlefield and the staraptor shot from the field with a flurry of his wings. He flew over Darryn, swooping low so that the wind burst against him and made the boy’s hair fly into disarray. With a satisfied squawk, the bird settled on a perch in the distance and began to fix his feathered top.

Chuckling, DeBrody made his way over to Darryn as the boy tried to fix his own hair. “I think that’s the first time in a long time that anyone’s ruffled Warhawk. I’m not too good at giving congratulatory speeches, though, so…” He clapped Darryn on the shoulder. “That’ll do, pig.”

He bent forward, his hand still on Darryn’s shoulder, laughing. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” he said, standing up and chuckling as he tried to get himself under control. He wiped a tear of mirth from his eye as he bit out the last of his laughter.

“You’re a good battler, kid. The best I’ve seen in a long time.” He gave a wistful smile, staring off behind Darryn as though a reel was showing him a memory. “In fact, I think the last time I’ve seen someone pull off something like that, it was during the war. Stuka was a good guy – great battler. He had skills I’d never even seen before; kinda like you, kid. Yeah, he was a good battler.” He sighed softly. “Too bad we lost him off the lines. He pulled a good battle, knew how to lead, knew how to keep the enemy busy long enough for someone else to put the damage in. But sometimes it’s not enough.”

He could see that Darryn had gone somewhat pale and couldn’t contain his grin. There was a loud snort behind him, a rush of hot air, and then something hard shoved against his back. “Ah, come on, Vent – you’ll ruin my fun.”

“Stop scaring the poor boy, Marcus.” DeBrody rolled his eyes, as the salamence turned her head to face Darryn. ”Ignore him. He never lost anyone in a war. He’s blowing more smoke than me.” DeBrody snorted loudly and Venture eyed him. “He did, however, have an accident during one of his first jumps.”

“Hey!” Venture Star grinned at DeBrody’s cry. He gave her a betrayed look. “Don’t talk about a guy’s tragedies so carelessly, Star,” he chided brokenly, giving a grimace that was still half put on as he rubbed his groin area. “One’s still smaller than the other.”

Venture Star rolled her eyes, but stayed quiet as DeBrody turned back to Darryn. “Look, kid, all jokes aside, you battle like a bloody freak, and I ain’t lying. You fight flashy. It’s the most annoying, distracting, and unexpected thing that I had ever expected from a battler, and it’s effective. Hell, kid, the only reason you didn’t beat me is because I’ve got mondo skills.” He flashed a grin. “You’re gonna make somethin’ out of yourself one day, kid, and no one’s gonna match ya, that’s for sure.”

He crossed his arms over his chest and watched with amusement and pride as the boy walked over to where Brone was standing with the girl. Venture Star snorted over his shoulder thoughtfully, as she watched the boy, as well.

“You know, I think Stuka would have liked him,” she admitted softly.

DeBrody gave a wistful smile. “Yeah, Star. Yeah, I think so, too.”

~*~


Dante struggled to get up and finally pushed himself unsteadily to his feet. He stumbled a little, but gained enough equilibrium to hiss at the cyndaquil as she retreated to her trainer’s arms. To the humans, it could have seemed to be nothing more than a promise to challenge each other again, or gratitude for a good match, but it was clear to all of the pokemon present that it was a hiss of anger and disgust. Without words, Dante was insulting her and giving his full opinion on everything that she had said.

It was all a load of taurosshit.

With a snort and a stagger, the charmeleon turned and stumbled over to Tuesday, moaning. I feel like… my dinner. Gah…

Tuesday wrapped him in a hug. He sighed, too tired and sore to truly enjoy the attention he was receiving. “Dante, why wouldn’t you listen to me?” she asked softly.

Dante huffed. He had heard Tuesday telling him to use certain attacks, of course, but he had ignored her. By the tone of her voice, it was quite clear that she hadn’t understood the real reason as to why.

“I guess you were just excited, huh? It’s been a long time since you’ve battled a fire type for fun.” She stroked the horn on his head and he shut his eyes, though he sighed again. Why couldn’t she see how badly the boy was treating her?

She cares too much, and I wish she wouldn’t. She’s going to get herself hurt again. He nuzzled her softly. But I’ll protect you, Tuesday. No matter who I have to face to do it.

Tuesday hugged Dante again and then stood up, leaving the charmeleon to flop onto his stomach in exhaustion behind her to watch the battle. He yawned loudly, as he saw Odysseus make his way onto the field. Great, the smartass was battling.

Odysseus moved onto the field, watching Dante with a wary eye, but grinning at Ember in hopes that she would ignore Dante’s actions and comments. “Ye did good, lass,” he assured her with a nod. “Now, lemme show ye how an ol’ seadog battles.”

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Sitting with Shadow, watching the end of one battle and the beginning of another, Zorro turned to his proclaimed older brother. ”Mi hermana es afraid of agua, sí?” he asked, a confused frown on his face. ”Why she battle with Captain?”


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The adrenaline from battle was reluctant to leave Darryn as he replaced Bravo's ball on his belt and bowed his head in defeat to DeBrody. He had to hand it to the old timer - his training was top-notch. Zulu nor Bravo really put a scratch on their opponents before they were down and out but previously both had shown themselves to be excellent battlers. For DeBrody to have swept him so simply, he'd have to be... well, it was crazy! He'd have to be the Champion or at least as powerful as... right? Or was Darryn still only the rookie that left Gigarte? Was he still so inexperienced that he couldn't stand up to an average trainer?

A laugh disturbed Darryn's thoughts as DeBrody came over. Darryn fussed with his hair quickly to make himself presentable. “I think that’s the first time in a long time that anyone’s ruffled Warhawk. I’m not too good at giving congratulatory speeches, though, so…” He clapped Darryn on the shoulder. “That’ll do, pig.”

*Ruffled? RUFFLED?! He didn't bloody blink!*

“I’m kidding, I’m kidding,” DeBrody said, clapping Darryn's shoulder warmly while laughing all the while. Darryn didn't need to see the man's Emotaglow to know how joyous he was - it was written over his face.

“You’re a good battler, kid. The best I’ve seen in a long time. In fact, I think the last time I’ve seen someone pull off something like that, it was during the war. Stuka was a good guy – great battler. He had skills I’d never even seen before; kinda like you, kid. Yeah, he was a good battler.” He sighed softly. “Too bad we lost him off the lines. He pulled a good battle, knew how to lead, knew how to keep the enemy busy long enough for someone else to put the damage in. But sometimes it’s not enough.”

*In the war? THere is no WAY I'm getting conscripted!!!*

Darryn's mind wandered away rather easily as DeBrody spoke with his gorgeous Salamence, still trying to piece together what had gone so wrong in his plans. Where were the holes in his strategy? What combinations did he need to improve to get a better result next time...?

“Look, kid, all jokes aside, you battle like a bloody freak, and I ain’t lying. You fight flashy. It’s the most annoying, distracting, and unexpected thing that I had ever expected from a battler, and it’s effective. Hell, kid, the only reason you didn’t beat me is because I’ve got mondo skills.”

*No kidding... Mondo doesn't even being to describe it...*

“You’re gonna make somethin’ out of yourself one day, kid, and no one’s gonna match ya, that’s for sure.”

"Th-thanks... Mister DeBrody, sir." Darryn bowed his head again and moved away quickly, Lady offering the old man a snort as she pranced after him.

*****

"Tough battle?" Meiko's eyes and tone were sympathetic - Darryn scanned the airwaves for any hint of sarcasm and found none. Instead, he smiled weakly and shrugged.

"He had me beat before I even tossed the first Pokeball." The CO-Ordinator admitted quietly, discarding his mantle of sorrow and putting on his game face. "But whatever, yeah? I mean, we can't win them all!"

Meiko nodded with a knowing smile and even Tuesday's brother seemed to agree as he inclined his head slowly.

"Well, aaanywho..." Meiko shifted slowly. "Since your battle is over, I thought I could have a go with Brone? We've had a quick chat and think that it would be fun to have a double battle but I've only got Desertdancer with me, so..."

"So you want to borrow a Pokemon?" Darryn asked quickly, fishing balls off his belt. "Sure! You can have Romeo or Lady..."

"Actually, I am rather keen to have you on the other side of the field, too." Brone cut in, a plain smile openon his face. Darryn raised an eyebrow and looked between the two.

"What, like a two-on-one battle?"

"Precisely." Brone confirmed, that smile not wavering as his hands flexed around the leash connected to his Umbreon. "You see, Dapit here was kind enough to let me watch your battle and I have to say - it was breathtaking! I would very much like to be put in the driving seat <There's a first time for everything!> and witness first-hand what it is like to challenge a Co-Ordinator."

<Oh, Lady - give it a rest.>

"And I'd like a battle, too." Meiko's eyes were glistening slightly. Darryn took a peek at her Emotaglow to find it shimmering between orange and silver.

*Wow... She's missed it since breaking away from her journey, huh?* Darryn surmised, grabbing a Pokeball from his belt.

"Fair enough. Well, I caught a Pokemon recently that I'd like to see battling before I set his training regime so I won't say no to another match!"

All three trainers moved to their assigned sides of the field and took their positions. Brone's hair floated gently in the breeze as he found his trainer box without any trouble and unclipped the leash from his Umbreon's neck. Another Pokeball found its way into his hands.

*So the Kadabra is out of the picture... What will he pick for his second Pokemon, I wonder?*


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Meiko bounced on the balls of her feet, chewing her lower lip. Part of her knew, knew she should be watching Jaima and Tuesday battle, but doing so had reminded her how much she used to enjoy battling, just for the fun of battling, for the challenge of it. Not because she was scared and surrounded by evil men and their pokemon.

She was afraid that she'd lost her touch. That she'd forgotten how to battle just for fun. Briefly, she thought she might just turn around and give up, but looking at Jaima and Tuesday quashed that idea. She bent down, allowed Desertdancer to jump out of her arms, and stood back up, watching Brone closely.

Brone stood with a small smile on his otherwise passive face, both hands holding his cane in front of him as if he were leaning on it. Standing straight up, the cane, white with a red end, was almost as tall as the blind young man, and looked too flimsy to support his weight. He still held it, his eyes staring between Darryn and Meiko, more than likely seeing them in whatever way he'd found to compensate for his blindness.

"Dapit, you will battle Meiko's Desertdancer," Brone said softly. "Darryn's pokémon shall battle," he said with a soft smile, "Hidalgo."

He held up the ball in the open palm of his hand, and though his finger did not click the button, the ball expanded, then opened, releasing a small spotted horse like pokémon; a girafarig, which nearly made Meiko squeal. The girafarig blinked, looking around him with wide brown eyes, the other head on it's backside swinging in a mirrored reflection of the primary.

"Arig!"

Dapit, the umbreon, merely stood, regally, waiting for the battle to begin.

* * * * *

Shadow sat up straight, looking at the new battle about to take place. He say Mercury twitch away from where the three trainers prepared, and had drawn his eyes there to see what the problem was. It was the dark fox that had done it, evidently, but her fear was manageable if she didn't focus on it. He could, however, feel her mind creeping toward his, just a touch, and he allowed it, responding with a gentle touch in return.

Zorro's question had been pondered. <<I do not know, Little Brother. Perhaps she is ready to face that fear.>> But the aura around her did not seem tense, as if she were bracing for fear. It seemed relaxed, joyous, and as much as he wanted to believe it, he didn't think that Kohai Tuesday had taken some things into account.

* * * * *

Tsunami regarded Odysseus with wide eyes. <<But, you're hurt!>>

<<Never you mind that, lass. It'd take a far sight more than a hobbled tail to sink this dinghy.>> Odysseus crouched low, tails in the air, stiff and not whirring.

Tsunami looked troubled, but did not comment further. If she were to prove she were strong, she'd have to take whatever opponents she was sent out against. But to fight someone who was injured..?

"Tsunami," Jaima said, quietly enough that Tuesday couldn't hear him. "No straight water attacks, and avoid his tail, OK? It's just training, so you don't have to worry about mistakes."

Well, Tsunami thought, blinking, that was different, right? She flexed her knees and waited, and when the command came, she executed it at speed.

"Mud slap!" The wave of mud blocked the buizel from her vision briefly, but when it dropped, he was gone. She cast around for him, finding him three feet to the left of where he started and approaching too fast to dodge.

"Bide!"

She braced herself, taking the impact and feeling energy, like a warm wave, build inside her.

<<You'll think twice before worrying over my tails again, eh, lass?>> chuckled Odysseus, and launched at her again. The energy spread.

"Release!"

As he launched an attack again, Odysseus was caught in a beam of pure energy that erupted from Tsunami's mouth, sending him stumbling back, barely able to avoid landing on his tail. Rather than growl, as many pokemon she'd seen fighting did, he laughed, a single, joyful bark. <<HA! Tha' was a good one, lass! Teach me to assume I'm too fast, eh?>> He grinned and waited, then smirked. <<Try this on for size, girly!>> Suddenly a stream of water appeared around his body as he launched himself toward the marshtomp, leaving a trail of water behind him. Before she could move, he had struck her in the chest, sending her toppling backwards.


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The cold made no sense.

Tuesday hadn’t gotten wet; she was too far back from Odysseus for his water attack to have struck her in the least. But the cold, the chill, was unmistakable and inescapable.

Her breath caught in her chest and she stumbled backward, trying to catch it. Her hands clenched into fists as she tightly shut her eyes and lowered her head, shuddering.

Outwardly, she may have appeared to be having a fit, or an asthma attack. Internally, however, her mind was flashing back and she could see, all over again, the feraligatr and his attack and the water coming at her, and wet, cold, darkness.

Zorro was standing inside of the house with Shadow. Desertdancer had left some time before, leaving the two jackal pokemon alone. They were watching out of the window, Zorro keeping his attention firmly on the battle between the captain and Tsunami. He did not know why, but he had a very bad feeling.

He wished he was more attuned to Aura, because then he could help his hermana better. Unfortunately, his knowledge of such mechanics was sorely lacking, and so he could only dimly attempt to concentrate on the ripples that flowed off of people and pokemon alike. It was as though the whole world was a giant puddle, so crystal clear that no one could see the water, and each person and pokemon was a pebble that caused these ripples.

It was fascinating but, somehow, it also made Zorro feel separate from the world. How could he honestly be a part of it, when he stood to the side and saw how everyone else affected it?

He was contemplating this as he studied the ripples. The marshtomp, Tsunami, had light yellow, sandy ripples, which were flickering outward in a sign of worry and uncertainty.

The captain’s ripples were a deep orange, flashing in and out and all over in amusement and laughter so pure that he could almost hear it through his Aura sense. There was a strange, pale level of calm beneath this, however – something subtle which Zorro had trouble defining.

Tuesday’s ripples were dark blue and lingering around her, calm, like a steady layer of snow across the ground. She was calm and, he thought – hoped – happy.

He was watching her when Odysseus used Aqua Jet, blasting forward and flashing water behind him, in an attack that sent Tsunami rolling. The marshtomp was fine, of course, but it didn’t matter. The damage had been done by Tuesday’s own mind. She clearly hadn’t realized… though how could she have not?

The dark blue Aura that surrounded her jumped like a seismograph during an earthquake. The ripples around her, previously calm, immediately started leaping and ricocheting off of each other, spazzing out in every direction like a seizing firework. With his eyes, he could see her shrinking away from Odysseus, curling into herself, her head ducking down as she gasped in terror.

He completely ignored the fact that the window slid open of its own accord. Without a second’s hesitation, he leapt through the open window and dashed across the ground, his pirate hat flying off of his head, his black tassels flying behind him as he ran. He could see Odysseus, surprised by Tuesday’s reaction, his own orange ripples no longer calm, but… worried, concerned, and he moved toward her. She skittered back further, nearing hyperventilation, panicking, ready to run by afraid to run or not knowing any place that would be safe. It wouldn’t lead to anything safe. If she flew into a full-out panic, she could flee, and fly right into danger without realizing it, to escape a danger that didn’t really exist.

Except it did, for her.

Zorro slid to a stop, kicking up a cloud of dirt as he dug his rear paws into the earth, slipping and falling onto his forepaws, but standing up quickly. He stood firmly in between Tuesday and Odysseus and raised his hands out in front of the buizel in a halting gesture.

”Mi capitán, no… no, por favor.”

Odysseus stopped walking forward, if only in confusion, his face displaying such emotion. “What’s go’ yer sails tangled, lad?” he growled gently in concern.

”You no come closer, Captain, por favor. Is no bueno.” He glanced back at Tuesday, who wasn’t running or hyperventilating, but who also did not look as though she felt at all safe. ”Mi hermana is miedo… a… afraid of water. You stay away… she – she calm down, uno momento.”

Odysseus stood staring at Zorro for a moment, and then his gaze moved to Tuesday. She was shivering, her arms folded across her stomach as though to protect herself from a blow, her eyes wide but unseeing. Her breathing was calming, but slowly, and she still looked too far away to be fully aware of the current situation.

He swallowed some words, knowing that they were born of a love of the sea and the water. He did not dare to be so crass to the child, and though he did not understand her fear, he could not deny that look in her eyes as terror.

He watched in silence, still confused, very concerned, as Zorro stepped slowly toward the lass. He moved with careful grace, not too quickly. It was as though he was approaching a skittish ponyta and not his trainer, his hermana, as he called her. He reached out a paw and touched her lightly on the arm.

Odysseus saw the girl jump, startled, her eyes widening before focusing abruptly onto him. Her lip quivered and looked very much like she was going to cry. Her eyes flashed to Odysseus and she shivered and took a step back. Zorro, however, reached out and wrapped both paws around her arm. She stared down at him and he gave her a reassuring look in return, before pulled on her arm gently, guiding her back toward Odysseus. She fought him at first, with reluctance and fear, but not strongly, and she gave up quickly and allowed him to pull her closer to Odysseus.

Zorro spoke without looking back. ”Captain, you come, por favor? Slowly,” he added, and did glance behind him.

“O’ course, lad,” Odysseus said. He stepped forward calmly, moving to the left as he walked so that he moved further into Tuesday’s line of sight. He noticed how her eyes flashed to him the moment that he started moving, but Zorro’s grip on her arm kept her where she was. She swallowed thickly and shrunk down, and Odysseus stopped. “I reckon this quite far enough, lad. The lass don’ look like she’ll be takin’ much more.” He hesitated, and then added, “Perhaps it’d be best t’ stop the battle. I c’n take a forfeit, lad.”

”No,” Zorro said, shaking his head. ”Mi hermana keep running. Is no bueno. She must face.” He smiled at Tuesday and held onto her arm, trying to convey to her that she was safe. She was safe.

~*~


To the outside party just watching, Brone looked bored; amused, but bored.

To any psychics in the vicinity, it was clear that he was having the time of his life.

Having been born both blind and psychic, Brone learned to compensate his disability with his ability. He could not see with his eyes, so he saw through other’s. When Tuesday was old enough to understand exactly what it meant for Brone to be psychic, they had a long discussion and his blindness, because it was a constant, inescapable factor, was a major part of the discussion.

It was during this discussion, when Brone explained his psychic powers as best he could to his little sister, that she gave him permission to look through her eyes whenever he needed to. They practiced this ability, especially since it initially caused Tuesday a lot of discomfort. One she began used to feeling his mind within her own, they practiced his other powers on her, and came to agreements with many.

Tuesday had no problem with Brone being psychic. She did not mind if he looked through her eyes or spoke to her telepathically or even, on occasion, read her mind. She didn’t like when he psychically suggested things, like sleep, because she had a strange reaction to these suggestions that resulted in a discomfort which couldn’t be overcome and was often incredibly frightening. But for the most part, Brone was free to use his psychic powers around Tuesday without her being disturbed by them. There were only a select few who felt this way and most of them were pokemon. Brone’s own pokemon had become accustomed at very young ages to his abilities, and so Brone often saw through there eyes.

As he battled now, he didn’t just glance through one set of eyes, as most psychics might, but he bounced around through varying. It wasn’t random, but it was such an abrupt and sudden shift between channels that it would have made some people motion sick.

Standing with his legs spread apart slightly, Brone had his right hand over his left on the top of his cane, planted in the ground in front of him. His eyes were unseeing as he stared ahead, a slight smile on his face, but his mind was in a split focus. He watched the battle as it began from above, through the eyes of Warhawk, as he circled overhead.

”Dapit, quick attack, if you would,” he said politely to the umbreon. ”Hidalgo, agility, please. He never opened his mouth, his small smile never fading, as he telepathically spoke to his pokemon. Strategically, it was a good tactic, because he opponents had no idea what attacks they were in for. Personally, it allowed Brone to connect closely with his pokemon and battle with them. It was a tactic that he used almost every time he battled and, he knew, one that Tuesday was particularly fond of.

His mental focus faded from Warhawk and switched to Voodoo, as the aerodactyl swooped low over the battle. He dove through the air with the great winged fossil, getting closer and closer to Dapit as the umbreon dashed from side to side and leapt in a quick attack at the sandshrew who was her opponent.

As Voodoo adjusted his motion and rose from the dive abruptly, Brone’s focus switched to Hidalgo, and he felt his own forehead tingling, as the girafarig unleashed a confusion attack. He bucked with the horse pokemon, stomped his hooves, only they were Hidalgo’s hooves, and he was the girafarig, but he was an umbreon, and he was leaping over a sand attack and crashing into the ground, dashing through dirt and kicking sand against his underside. He was there and then he wasn’t, slamming into the sandshrew with a faint attack, but it wasn’t him fighting, it was Dapit, and he could see the sandshrew diving for him, but he couldn’t.

And then he wasn’t an opponent, but an observer, leaning on a fence with a grin on his face, wishing he had an already-rolled parachute so he could make another dive.

And then he was a hyperactive squirrel and nuts were more important than the battle, but he supposed the battle was important, too.

And then he was with Venture Star, who, also a psychic, flew mentally alongside of him, laughing at his excitement and flying with him over the battle and then circling it like a great tornado.

He was battling, observing, playing, gathering nuts, fixing his feather frock. He was everywhere, and yet he never moved, standing leaning on his staff as the battle raged on, grinning, because whether or not he won the battle, just the act, in itself, was a victory.


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*Umbreon and Girafarig… Looks like we’ll have an even playing field…*

“I call Victor to the field!” Darryn tossed out the Dive Ball, releasing his Squirtle in a dazzling display of white and blue. The Tiny Turtle looked pumped for battle, boucing from foot to foot with anticipation.

Tension blossomed on both sides of the field as the trainers began to plan their battle strategies but Darryn’s were already in place – that was the mark of a Co-Ordinator. His few secondes of spare time were instead spent examining his opponent. Brone. For all that the boy was blind and blessed with psychic talents, it seemed joy couldn’t be controlled completely, at least not without his Kadabra at his side. The faintest glimmer of gold shone in the teen’s heart and that was all it took for Darryn to relax a little. Pristine calm on the outside may have made him seem all the more impressive but Darryn had finally caught a glimpse of the real Brone Berdison.

*So Psychics aren’t all-powerful… humans and Pokemon… they’re still just that – humans and Pokemon.*

With no warning, the Girafarig named Hidalgo leapt into action, his hooves thrumming into the sod as his Agility allowed him to flash across the battlefield at blinding speed.

“What!?” Darryn clenched his fists. No attack had been ordered! There was no time to waste! “Victor, Water Pulse!”

“Squiiiiir…” Victor summoned the swirling sphere between his palsm and jumped back, firing the projectile into the ground where it surged like a wave across the field. The Girafarig, however, easily galloped around the attack and stopped at a fair distance to glare pointedly at the Squirtle.



A flash of blue and Victor was screaming, tumbling end over end through the grass.

*Another attack that wasn’t called?! What’s going on?!*

Hidalgo reared and whinnied from both ends, dropping back down to all fours and entering a full-out charge.



Victor righted himself quickly, tottering back to his position even as the quadruped raced at him. With wide eyes, Victor took a step back in fright. Darryn grit his teeth.

*Victor’s getting freaked by this… We’ve got to pull it back!*

And that was when Darryn saw it. A technique that November used in much the same way. The turn of the hoof that led into…

“It’s Stomp! Victor, use Withdraw!”

Head, arms, legs and tail all sucked into the Tiny Turtle’s hard shell as the hard hooves of the Long Neck came down to produce a sharp *crack* from the target.

“Rapid Spin!”

Victor’s shell immediately span into overdrive, ripping the support out from Hidalgo’s forelegs and sending him tumbling to the ground. Victor emerged from his shell almost immediately, backflipping and landing on all fours to square off once more.
The horns atop Hidalgo’s front head began to glow before he even made an attempt to stand, a blast of swirling psychic energy emitting forth.

“Bubblebeam!”

Stream of bubbles meant Psybeam, creating a wall of popping water that broke into sparkling mist between the combatants. Hidalgo’s view, temporarily blocked was all that Victor needed. Sprinting through the shroud, Victor gathered the coldest energy he could into his fist and dove out of the cloud right at the Girafarig. Hidalgo cried out as the Ice Punch hit its mark but not before a strange aura surrounded the Long Neck’s body. Darryn was somewhat put back by how easily the Pokemon got up from such a powerful direct hit.

“What gives?! Your Girafarig should be way more tired than that after that hit!” Darryn complained, frowning deeply. Brone’s unwavering smile increased in intensity just a little bit.

“Ah, in normal circumstances I would agree. However, just before your Squirtle hit his mark I had Hidalgo use Guard Swap.” Brone’s reply carried a hint of amusement.

“No you didn’t!” Darryn called back across the field. “You didn’t even say anything!”

“Didn’t I?” Brone’s tone was still even, still amused. When the penny finally dropped, so did Darryn’s jaw. “Co-Ordinators are meant to overcome unexpected battles like this, are they not? So, Darryn, I suggest you… Co-Ordinate?”

“You want a Co-Ordination?! Fine!” Darryn clenched his fists. He had only gone over the theory of the next move with Victor once before but he’d have to have faith in the water type for it to be pulled off first time. “Victor!”

Darryn’s Squirtle looked back over his shoulder and gave him the thumbs-up. Darryn grinned. As this passed, Hidalgo leapt into another silently-ordered Agility, running rings around his opponent with ease.

“Let’s do it! Jump and use Bubblebeam and Icy Wind!”

“Squitaaal!” Victor sprang straight up, firing Bubblebeam and Icy Wind simulataneously below him creating a spiral of frozen orbs thatdanced precariously in the air like glass Chimecho. At the peak of his jump, Victor finished the move and fell straight back down, punching out rapidly with Ice Punch. The frozen bubbles were catapulted through the air like crystal bullets, spreading all around him to take down anything within range at 360 degrees. Hildago screamed as a series of hardened spheres slammed into his body and knocked him to the ground.



“Is that what you had in mind?” Darryn grinned fiercely across at Brone. That faint smile was finally gone from the blind boy’s face. But, instead of the disbelief that Darryn hoped to find there, a very open smile had erupted upon his lips.


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Shadow watched the waves of Aura come off of the combatants on the field. Sensei Jaima's flickered brightly, both in anticipation and some unease; He was, after all, battling his adoptive sister, and was worried, if Shadow could read him correctly, that he would somehow insult her or cause her to believe she was angry. Of course he needn't have worried, but Shadow could see a small hint of what caused the worry; a connection with Sensei Meiko that was flickering, in a state of flux that was making him nervous and cautious, not just with Sensei Meiko, but with all of his friends. Shadow scowled, wondering how to rectify it, or even if he could.

In contrast, Kohai Tuesday's aura was calm, placid, like a still lake. It was good to see, Shadow thought, and he smiled a bit.

The pokemon were something else, and Shadow learned much from watching them. He learned the difference between rage, which Dante exuded so strongly it was as if he had gained some power in Aura, and anger, which Ember, sweet, gentle, timid Ember was feeling in abundance toward Dante himself. The waves coming off of his body were like a blazing inferno, but those coming from her were controlled, directed. It was a wonder that Kohai Tuesday, so bonded with her pokemon, did not sense the rage from her charmeleon. In retrospect, Shadow would come to think this a good thing; If Kohai Tuesday felt what Dante felt, she may act on the rage, to whom the rage was directed.

He was proud to note that Zorro was reading the ripples he could sense quite well.

Shadow also learned to read the direction certain emotions, where certain emotions were being focused. Jaima's worry was toward Kohai Tuesday, as the color of that particular emotion bled that way, but also, more strongly, toward Sensei Meiko. The anger that Ember felt was only for Dante, and was built from solid evidence of Dante's misdeeds. The rage Dante felt, and this bothered Shadow quite a bit, was directed outward, almost to everyone, but a strong, heavy part of it was at Shadow's own Sensei Jaima.

Shadow felt his eyes narrow, and somehow, in the link with Mercury that he still felt, as she still, at times, leaned on him to dull the emotional onslaught of dealing with humans, he could feel Mercury's ire. Focusing on her, she was a bright, shining, tumultuous star, showing a similar presence of anger as Ember had, but also a fierce, strong emotion, one that he had yet to see through aura. She moved closer to Sensei Jaima, and the feeling in her aura intensified, and when she 'ported in front of her Sensei, arms spread to keep the flames from him, the feeling was very bright indeed.

She was protective of him. So protective that it became a force unto itself.

Shadow wanted, when the flames burst forth toward Jaima and all of his pokemon, to rush in and beat some sense into the charmeleon. However, Ember, enduring the flames, had that matter well in hand, putting Dante on the defensive, wearing him down, and finally pushing him to the limit of his endurance with controlled attacks. It was, in fact, her control that let her win, striking only enough to keep him off balance, where he had expended so much energy that rapid attacks were no longer an option to him.

Sensei Jaima's little pet had become Sensei Jaima's Little Warrior, seemingly in the blink of an eye. Shadow was impressed.

Then it was the next round, and Shadow felt a shiver of fear rush through him. That was when he got his final lesson of the day, a more practical lesson. As the battle progressed, Tsunami being cautious and Odysseus acting as if the caution were humorous, the buizel crouched, and his aura... rippled. Not as the ripples he had remembered sensing as a riolu, but like a stone thrown in water. It rippled so naturally, that when the water surrounded Odysseus, Shadow was not surprised. That was when he realized that he could, if he knew what to look for, anticipate the movements of another pokemon.

The surprise came when Tuesday began to shake at the sight of the water attack. Her aura was no longer the placid blue, it was a cacophony of color and waves, as if someone had presented a visual representation of what a whismur's Uproar attack must look like.

Shadow's muscles bunched to leap out the window, to find the solution, but Zorro was already a rapidly moving form, growing smaller in his vision as the riolu moved toward Kohai Tuesday.

And Shadow watched, alert, intent, ready to move as Zorro handled the situation, keeping Odysseus at bay until he felt that Kohai Tuesday could handle him, urging him closer when she was reluctant, smiling at her reassuringly.

Taking care of her. Seeing to her need, and making sure she learned, grew stronger from it.

In short, Taking His Rightful Place as her companion.

He did not edge out her other pokemon. That would have been selfish. Instead, he would, with time, bring them together. Make them stronger, as individuals, and as a team, and, most importantly, as Kohai Tuesday's support.

Shadow, Zorro's oft proclaimed "hermano mayor", had never been so proud in his life.

* * * * *

Jaima's heart shook, ached, as Tuesday reacted to the water attack. Tsunami blinked, eyes wide, as the girl shrunk into herself, but was sent spinning as Zorro passed her at top speed, his proclamation of, <<lo siento mucho!>> seeming to come seconds after he passed.

Jaima's fist gripped. How stupid was he? They were fighting with water types. This was bound to happen. He gritted his teeth. They'd have to stop the battle. There was no other way. Jaima stepped forward to call an end to it, and was held back.

Trainer Jaima, I love you, but you really have to let this happen...

Jaima threw a quizzical look at Mercury, scowling. She looked, slightly, alarmed, but pointed to Zorro, who was holding Tuesday's arm and patting it to comfort her. As Jaima watched, Zorro directed the buizel (or so he assumed, not having the ability to understand pokespeak, and Mercury not translating for him), slowly, to approach. Jaima bit his lip, then made the hardest decision he could.

"Everyone," he murmured so that only his own pokemon could hear, "sit down, please. Mercury, on the ground, if you will..."

With a blink, all of his pokemon did just that, sitting or laying on the ground. Mercury floated to Jaima's lap and sat in it, still intent on the scene before them. Not that I disagree, Trainer Jaima, but... why?

Jaima sighed. "Because," he said, in a whisper that one might use in a church, "a very wise pokemon or two told me that I can't do everything for her. My... girlfriend," he said, and Mercury cataloged the hesitant, near desperate hope in his voice, "said the same thing. So we are going to wait, and not attract attention, and let Tuesday and her pokemon get through this. Because she may not always have me, or Brone, or Meiko, or Darryn... but that young lady will always have her pokemon to help her."

* * * * *

Meiko was impressed, after a fashion. The battle wasn't so much a doubles battle, as it was two single battles on the same field. Ordinarily, this would only be mildly impressive. However, this was far from normal. Her opponent and Darryn's opponent just happened to be the same person. He just happened to be holding his own in two battles at once. He just happened to be doing all of this without speaking.

When the umbreon seemed to disappear, only to reappear at Desertdancer's side, she knew she was dealing with a very advanced battler. Desertdancer staggered to the side, turning to try to attack even as he did so, but the umbreon had long since been gone.

Meiko would have to use tactics.

"Desertdancer, Rapid Spin.... now!"

The delay worked to her advantage, usually, because an opposing trainer would order his pokemon in, trying to beat out her command. Usually, it would be caught in the attack. This time, the delay worked for a different reason; no attack had been forthcoming. Instead, the spin loosed soil beneath Desertdancer, and released some of the sand that was under his plates.

"Swift!" Still spinning, star shapes began to shoot out from Desertdancer's form, tearing after the umbreon. Though he tried to dodge, Dapit could not, for the stars would shift and converge on him. This put the umbreon, briefly, on the defensive, even as he moved toward Desertdancer to attack. This was exactly what Meiko wanted.

"Sand Tomb!" Sand poured out from where Desertdancer spun, flooding the area around him, packing densely around Dapit's legs and trapping him. Desertdancer stopped spinning and rolled backwards.

Dapit struggled, "ree"ing with more and more intense agitation. "Sand Attack!" Once, twice, and a third time Desertdancer kicked sand from the tomb toward the umbreon's face, making him close his eyes and shake his head. A deep, angry growl began to sound from the depths of Dapit's chest, and his struggles grew frantic.

Meiko bit her lip. She had gotten caught up in the battle, forgetting, it seemed, that it was a friendly battle only. Now Dapit was getting so agitated he could really hurt himself, and that wouldn't be fair. She opened her mouth to call Desertdancer off, knowing that it would forfeit her the match since neither pokemon was near fainting, when a voice sounded in her head, causing her to blink in alarm.

No, no, battle on. This is brilliant!

For a split second, Meiko's chest heaved. You're psychic? she thought wildly, half remembering how it felt to speak to Mercury.

I thought you knew, came the amused, slightly abashed voice. My apologies, then, for the intrusion.

Meiko blinked, hard. Are you going easy on me, she sent, hoping he could still hear her, with a mixture of amusement and annoyance. Are you letting my attacks hit, even though you know they're coming?

To be fair, I am running two battles at once. But no. I am not 'going easy' on you.

Meiko smirked, then smiled, brilliantly. "OK, then. Desertdancer!" She was surprised to note that the sandshrew seemed to have just been finishing his third sand attack. Had he done another, or was the communication just that fast? A question for another time. "Rollout!"


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Look, mate, I realize you’re havin’ a goo’ bit’o fun an’ all, but this is get’ing out of hand, don’t ya think? Dapit thought at Brone, his mental voice exasperated. The sheila’s no’ a weak one and I’ve go’ no place ta hide ou’ here in the paddock.

Brone smirked softly, chuckling internally. “Crikey, Dapit, this battle must be hard on you.”

Oh, shu’ i’, ya boofhead.

Dapit struggled to pull his paws out of the sand in which they were trapped, tugging ferociously and jerking from side to side. The sand had been packed together tightly by Desertdancer’s attack, and Dapit hissed angrily.

The dirt that Desertdancer kicked up as he spun slashed into Dapit’s eyes, effectively blinding the umbreon. Being trapped was one thing, but blinded was quite another, and Dapit let loose a shriek as he tore at the sand in an attempt to escape.

"Perhaps your best option is to pursue him."

Please, mate, be a bi’ more obvious nex’ time, Dapit growled. His eyes flashed and he jerked his paws free from the sand, leaping upward and quick attacking forward blindly.

He missed Desertdancer by a good foot and slammed headfirst into the ground, rolling and staggering to his feet as he shook his head to clear the sand out of his eyes. As he blinked, tears washing the sand away, he crouched low and snarled at the sandshrew. His eyes flashed purple and he released a confusion attack on Desertdancer, before leaping forward in a rage.

~*~


Hidalgo staggered to his feet and shook his head and tail from side to side. Blinking, he looked around, sticking his tongue slightly out as he scanned the area. When he spotted the squirtle, he pounded his front hooves eagerly into the ground and then reared, whinnying in excitement.

Shaking his head wildly from side to side, the girafarig exploded into a gallop toward the squirtle with reckless abandon. As Victor fell into a ready position, Hidalgo unleashed another attack. His form seemed to explode in size, rising out of the ground, his head expanding to twice its normal size. With a screeching howl, it leaned over Victor and shook back and forth wildly.

The squirtle jerked backward in surprise and the illusion vanished, revealing the girafarig leaping at Victor and stomping at him with his hooves, whinnying excitedly all the while.

~*~


As the battle between Hidalgo and Victor and the one between Dapit-hadon and Desertdancer continued, Brone turned a modicum of his attention to Tuesday. Always attuned to her emotions when he was near, he could sense her terror and uncertainty. It pained him, because he recalled that time, years ago, when Professor Oak had brought her home. She had been unconscious and soaked, in desperate need of medical attention.

It had been painful for Brone to be near her, because he had been unable to do anything to help her. Her mind had been lost within the recesses of her being, the only way to reach it a labyrinth that even Cassandra could not traverse safely. She had been lost during so many attempts, managing only to reach the entrance again after being trapped for hours.

Sitting for three days at her side without her regaining consciousness once, Brone remembered the terror that he had felt. He remembered also, upon her waking, the terror that had flashed from her own heart – a profound, bestial emotion.

It had never been as strong since – he prayed it never would be – but the fear was there. It did not match the level that it had been, but fluctuating, threatening to. He reached out with his mind, hoping to give her a touch of calm, and felt his mental hand slapped away.

He jerked back psychically, as another force interposed itself between he and his sister on the psychic plane.

”Mercury is right, Brone – this needs to happen, and not even you can interfere.”

Cassandra… she’s my sister!

”I know. But this must be allowed to happen or she will never grow. I have said it before, but I must repeat it now. Have faith, Brone. Have faith.”

~*~


“Zorro,” Tuesday whispered, almost whimpered. He still had his paw on her arm, his eyes patient as he watched her face. He placed his other paw gently on her back and nudged her slightly, urging her forward.

Tuesday whimpered softly, but stepped forward. She glanced down at Zorro, but cringed when she looked at Odysseus.

”He no hurt you, mi hermana. You know that, you know.” He smiled reassuringly at her, and clasped her hand in a paw, tugging her forward as he stepped toward Odysseus.

The buizel, for his part, stiffened. He hadn’t known that Tuesday was afraid of water and the knowledge disturbed him. If she was so terrified of it, then he really shouldn’t be here, but Zorro kept insisting.

”Mi heremana see?” Zorro asked, gently leading her right up to Odysseus. ”Captain no hurt. No at all.”

Odysseus shook his head softly from side of side, a painful kind of lump in his throat. ”Of course not, lass.”

“See?” Zorro grinned. ”We still battle, sí? Learn is bueno, mi hermana, sí.”

Tuesday, of course, couldn’t understand a word of what he was saying. She could only see the reassuring smile and appreciate his gentle touch. She stared at Odysseus, who stood still before her, looking ashamed for no reason.

“You… you’re a friend,” she whispered softly, clearly trying to reassure herself. “You won’t hurt me.”

She reached out a hand softly, with some reluctance, hesitating. Odysseus closed his eyes as she ran her fingers down the soft fur of his head. “You’re a friend,” she whispered. “You’re not like him.”

Dropping to her knees, she hugged the startled buizel, careful of his tail. She shivered even as she did so, as shocked by her actions now as when she caught him. But she swallowed thickly and continued to remind herself that the feraligatr wasn’t here and neither was his trainer. She was safe.

“You’re a friend.”


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