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Fishing Anyone?
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post Apr 6 2011, 11:19 PM
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For the first time in quite a while, DC Moriarty was completely alone. She was hours away from her aunt and uncle’s house, and civilization in general for that matter, and didn’t have a traveling partner. No strangers occupied the forest trail, at least none that DC could see. Even her Pokémon were presumably dozing in their Pokéballs rather than one or two walking beside her for some extra exercise like usual. DC woke them up especially early that morning, even by her standards, to feed them a quick breakfast before hitting the road. So now she was content to let them sleep in to make up for rising at such a ridiculous hour.

At this point the late morning sun had dried her freshly washed hair to an extent. Without stopping, DC reached back to release it from its French braid, allowing the gentle breeze to finish the job and remove the last bit of dampness. A faint but pleasant scent drifted from her copper curls. Out of habit she brushed them away with her hand whenever they moved towards her face. DC generally restrained her long hair in a ponytail, but she decided to leave it down due to the casual nature of her plans for the day. Even her clothing was more laid-back than usual. Normal dress for DC was athletic or camping clothes, always made of fabric that could quickly wick moisture away from the body. But today she was clad in denim shorts and a gray cotton sweatshirt, zipped down to reveal the lace edge of her pale green tank top. She was already wearing a bikini underneath her clothes in case the weather grew warm enough for a swim.

At the start of her hike, it felt a little strange for her to carry such a light backpack. Normally DC was used to traveling with a considerable amount of equipment, but as this was only a day trip she hadn’t packed much. The lack of weight pressing down on her shoulders felt nice for a change, and there was a little extra spring in DC’s already brisk gait. As she came across a fork on the dirt path, she paused to listen. The trail was tranquil enough for DC to hear the sound of running water to the east. She selected the path to the right and kept walking.

Twenty minutes passed before DC veered off the path slightly and found the river she was looking for. It was wide and deep with a lazy current that carried the water to a little pond visible in the distance. There was a medium sized rock sitting on the riverbank, appealingly shrouded in beams from the sun.

“Well, I guess this spot is as good as any,” she said to herself, setting her backpack down behind the rock. She pulled off her hiking boots and socks, placing them beside the pack, and clambered to the top of the rock, her toes wiggling in delight as they touched the warm stone surface. DC selected a Pokéball from her belt and released a disgruntled little Shroomish. He plopped down on the rock and stared up at her with beady eyes.

“Alright Magic, today’s plan is to catch a new team member, and you have a very important job.” The expression on Magic’s face could not possibly be less enthusiastic. “This is fishing, so we won’t know what we’re up against until it bites. But either way, we know your stun spore will be useful when it comes to weakening it for capture.”

Suddenly one of the Pokéballs on DC’s belt gave a slight tremor. Then it shook vigorously. “I guess that means Devil is awake.” She released a Charmeleon onto the grass beside the rock. He instantly scanned his surroundings, and huffed in disappointment when he found no danger.

“We’re fishing, remember?” DC told Devil. “Which means you’re going to stay out of this battle. But why don’t you stay outside anyway? You can guard my backpack from robbers, and besides, the fresh air is good for you.”

The Charmeleon snorted at her in disapproval, but found a spot in the sun a good distance away from the riverbank and curled up in the grass, eyes trained loyally on the trees behind DC’s turned back.

DC chose a brightly colored lure and attached it to a battered fishing rod. “This one looks like a winner,” she told Magic with a grin. The Shroomish ignored her and settled down for a nap, pressed up against his trainer’s thigh. DC donned a baseball hat to shield her eyes from the sun and cast her line into the water.

“All we can do now is wait. I know you’re impatient for this, but do try to stay under control.”

Shroom,” said Magic in response to DC’s sarcastic remark, without bothering to open his eyes.

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Well, this certainly hadn’t of been the smoothest of starts to Chris’ travels, not by a longshot. About midway through his boat-ride to Port Barley, the young man had come to the realisation that while he had packed quite a few essentials, he hadn’t packed anywhere near as much as he should, as such; his bag was now much heavier than when he had set off from his home of Fortee. Seemingly, he had forgotten to pack any sort of upper body wear asides from a single spare sleeveless shirt, which was identical to the white one he was wearing now, meaning that he didn’t particularly have that much to protect him from cold or rain, meaning he had to purchase a coat moments after he had made land Furoh. As well as this, he evidently had forgotten to bring any form of plates or bowls and what not. Now, these weren’t entirely necessary, but they would certainly help. As such, he had bought a plate for himself, a heavy duty white plastic one which wouldn’t break in his bag should it get tossed along, along with a few plastic bowls for his Pokémon should he ever need to use them. Then, there was the ever useful refillable bottle of water, which he had also forgotten, the map of Furoh he would need, one or two items of clothing...

In other words, Chris had forgotten quite a few things, which while leaving him with a considerably heavier backpack (though still not anything uncomfortably heavy, nor did the pack get too bulky thanks to just how ‘foldable’ most its contents were), it also left him with a considerably lighter wallet. Fortunately, the fact that Chris had never really spent that much money over the previous years, combined with the fact that his parents had a fairly high amount of income due to their fields of work, meant that this amount of spending shouldn’t put Chris under too much stress. Still, he could’ve done without the expense. Regardless of that however, he had his task at hand, and he was going to see it through.

While on the boat to Barley, Chris find himself having quite the interesting conversation with a female fisherman about no less than one of the three Dark-Water types that would come to his head, Carvanha. Seemingly, there were in fact Carvanha to be found in Furoh, much to Chris’ relief since he hadn’t made it a priority of his to catch one before he left Hoenn, though they were not quite as abundant in Furoh as they were in his home region. According to this woman however, one of her friends had managed to land himself a Carvanha in a small pond to the south of an area in Furoh knwon as “Arasam”. Obviously, since Chris did not have his map at this moment in time, combined with the fact that his entire family had literally no idea on the geography of Furoh whatsoever, the name Arasam itself meant nothing to him. However, one quick study of a map later, he soon found that the first place that he would be purposely visiting in Furoh would be the tree outskirts of a mountainous region, inside of which would be a small body of water containing the Pokémon he sought. Fortunately, the route to this “Arasam” was pretty simple, unfortunately, it was a pretty long hike, a good few days worth most definitely, at least there a few towns in between where Chris could stop up on supplies though.

After what seemed like an eternity of travelling almost in solitude, the only form of contact the teenage male having being with the Pokémon partner who would occasionally join him when they got fed up of being in their Poke Balls, Chris did indeed arrive in the forest he was informed about all those days ago, causing him to feel quite the sense of content when he first laid his eyes on the woodland giants. This content wasn’t due to the teen being fatigued when he reached the forest however, his physical fitness was much better than that, he was merely excited at the prospect of catching yet another team member. Yes, that was probably a notion which held a few childish aspects, of that he was aware, but that didn’t stop the notable smirk on Chris’ face becoming visible to the Poochyena companion walking beside him, who indeed allowed himself the satisfaction of a brief wag of his bushy tail as he continued to ever-so-intently survey the surroundings, keeping an eye, ear, and nostril out for anything which may pose a threat.

As the trainer and his Pokemon began to make their way through the forestry, which appeared to be neither overly dense nor sparse, Chris began to wonder whether or not it would be worth changing his current outfit once he found the pond he was searching for. His current attire, the usual sleeveless shirt, jeans, and trainers, along with the headband he was wearing to ensure his eyes would not be obscured while he focused on his line, was indeed very comfy, but he was beginning to feel just a little bit of heat in his lower body. Fortunately, one of the items of clothing he had bought had been a pair of swim shorts, merely a simple white pair with a black trim around the waist and legs, which would most definitely relieve him of the heat a little. Ah well, it didn’t really matter right now. Yes, he was indeed a little warm, but he was hardly uncomfortable, making his decision once he’d spent a little time at the pond, where the temperature would no doubt differ from this forest anyway, seemed like a better idea.

Speaking of the pond, the trees ahead seemed to be getting much more disperse, no, they were fading altogether. The clearing Chris was looking for must have been right ahead, though that was not what the main thing occupying his mind now, it was in fact the growling grey canine beside him, whose eyes were fixated dead ahead. Seemingly, someone, or something, was already at the clearing, their number or size being enough to trigger a warning from the small wolf-like creature beside him. Approaching a little slower now, attempting not to draw too much attention to himself, the pond itself eventually came into sight of both the teen and his Pokémon, as well as the cause of Fenrir’s growl.

Apparently, Chris wasn’t the only trainer with fishing plans today. On the other side of the pond from him, a casually dressed, glossy red-haired female, seemingly of a similar age to the male, was sat on a rather conveniently placed rock near the water’s edge, the line from her rod dangling in the water. Accompanying the female were two Pokemon, a Charmeleon and a Shroomish. Seeing the evolution of one of the three Kanto ‘starter’, Chris was immediately inclined to believe that his girl was also from Kanto herself, though it was true that she may well have simply obtained a wild Charmander, or Charmeleon, at some point on her travels, even if they were pretty rare. Regardless of this however, it appeared that Chris would indeed have some company other than that in the form of Pokémon at least for a little while as he attempted to catch his long-awaited Carvanha. As for whether the girl actually bothered to talk to him or not didn’t really matter, despite how much he did truly enjoy the company of his Pokémon, being surrounded by them with only little intervals of seeing fellow humans did make for monotonous company.

“It’s just another trainer fishing, don’t worry about it.” The teen stated to Fenrir, the Poochyena’s growl instantly dying out as Chris made his remark, though he kept an eye on the trainer and the Pokémon as the two entered the clearing, while keeping himself at a ‘heel’ position next to his trainer.

Once Chris emerged in the clearing, he raised his hand and gave what was essentially a motionless wave to the girl the other side of the pond, also giving her a light smile before he proceeded to scan the pond’s edge (ignoring her presence simply would have been rude, after all), looking for a suitable spot for him to set himself up. It didn’t take long for the teen to find just what he deemed as ‘suitable’, an gently slope which descended down towards the pond, with a slightly deep indent at its base, the indent being the important part. Heading over to the spot, the teen slipped the straps of the backpack off of his shoulders, allowing the pack to slide down his right arm and onto the floor while making only a very subtle level of noise, before allowing himself to sit down on the previously located slope, his two feet resting in the miniature ‘trench’ at its base.

Now reaching for the bag that contained his collapsible fishing rod, the teen began to realise just how perfect the spot he had found actually was for the type of fishing he was about to partake in. That indent, it would be crucial for him if he planned on catching a Carvanha Too many times had he heard of people being pulled into lakes as by the blue and red fish, or their evolved Sharpedo brethren, simply because of the sheer strength these fish Pokémon possessed, however, since Chris could use this trench as a foothold, he shouldn’t be faced with this scenario. Well, he shouldn’t anyway. If he ended up hooking a rather powerful Sharpedo, who knew what could happen. Hopefully the line would break first, rather than the teen’s legs.

Deciding snapping out of those thoughts would be a good idea, the teen unzipped his bag and retrieved the aforementioned rod, unfolding it quickly and efficiently before threading his line through the hoops which lined it, setting it up in roughly a minute or two. Finally, the teen reached back into his bag and selected his lure, a simple reflective piece of metal. The reflections should be more than enough to attract a Carvanha, which should be more than enough to entice it to take a bite.

“Fen, we are fishing you know, the idea is that you’re meant to relax.” Without even looking over at his Pokémon, Chris could already tell that the Poochyena had not yet take his eyes off of the trainer and her Pokémon on the other side of the lake. With a mildly disgruntled “Pooch”, the trainer smirked when he felt something warm and soft collide with the outside of his right thigh, easily distinguishable as the side of his own ‘starter’ Pokémon. Even though he was certain that those on the other side of the lake were still being surveyed, Chris was just glad that his Pokémon was at least allowing his body to rest somewhat, even if his mind was still working on overtime.

Lowering his right hand to pet the Poochyena behind his right ear, who had adopted a ‘lie down’ position beside him, Chris followed to cast his line with one hand, ensuring his line was a fair distance away from the female’s, before moving his right hand to the handle of his rod, his eyes lightly focusing on the point where his line vanished into the water. Well, here we go; this was it, his big chance. In the next few hours, the long-haired male trainer could well have a new companion joining him on his travels.
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post Apr 7 2011, 07:25 PM
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It was mildly surprising to DC when she heard noises coming from the other side of the water. Sounds like footsteps. And was that growling I just heard? She glanced up to see a young man with dark hair, who looked to be around her age, accompanied by a Poochyena. Devil’s crimson head swiveled around to size up the newcomers with cool, calculating eyes. He apparently decided they were not a threat and settled back into his original position of covering his trainer’s back.

DC returned the other trainer’s greeting with a nod and a smile, deciding against taking a hand off the fishing rod to wave at him. It would be just her luck for something big to latch on if she did something careless, perhaps sweeping the rod borrowed from her uncle into the water with it. Although maybe that was just some wishful thinking in disguise. At this point, DC couldn’t help wondering if anything would ever bite. She’d been sitting on that rock for what seemed like a solid hour, and by now she felt the urge to move stirring in the lean muscles of her slender legs. Her arms felt stiff and uncomfortable from remaining in relatively the same position since she’d started, elbows bent and fingers curled around the fishing rod. Fishing did have a reputation for being a little tedious. This she knew. But she hadn’t expected it to be this uneventful for such a long time.

Curious, DC stole another glance at the boy across the water. He was also fishing, and by the looks of it he had a much nicer fishing rod than hers. Whether it was truly top notch, just pretty decent, or something in between, DC could not tell. Her knowledge of fishing gear was pretty pathetic. But she did know for certain that the quality of the rod she was using could make almost any fishing rod look like professional equipment by comparison. DC wondered if this boy had gone fishing before. While she hated to admit inexperience, DC was becoming discouraged enough to swallow her pride. Maybe I can ask this guy for some tips or something. Talking to him would give me something to do at least. It’s either that, or I’m just going to give up and go for a swim.

She hesitated, unsure if the other trainer was the sort of person who did not wish to have a conversation with a complete stranger while he was trying to fish. Although she felt a little shy, DC reminded herself that she really had nothing to lose. The worst case scenario was that the guy would turn out to be a complete antisocial jerk, which really wasn’t that big of a deal in the grand scheme of things. At that point she could just ignore him and would be unlikely to ever see him again once she departed the pond’s edge. Such a scenario was also unlikely. He did smile and wave after all, which was a good indication that a little company didn’t bother him. DC made up her mind to start a conversation.

“I hate to say it, but I’m not sure if anything’s biting today. I’ve been here for a while already, and no luck so far. Although, that could be because this fishing rod is a bit… well actually it kind of sucks to be honest.” She grinned sheepishly. “And I doubt the lure is much better. Is there something in particular you’re fishing for?” DC didn’t even know what sort of Pokémon populated this pond, but she’d chosen it with the hope that the adjoining river might sweep in something interesting.


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After a good few minutes of light focus towards his line, it soon became apparent to Chris that he wasn’t going to hook anything particularly quickly, not that he had expected to of course. Fishing was labelled as an exercise in patience for a reason, and that reason was hardly one of great sarcasm. Landing a single catch could, and very often would, quite literally take a matter of hours, only once had Chris ever caught something in less than an hour of fishing, though this had proved to be no more than a Magikarp. Fortunately though, this time Chris wasn’t just looking for any old fish, he was fishing with the intent to entice a Pokémon renowned for it’s aggressive behaviour, meaning that this particular fishing trip shouldn’t quite result in him waiting too long for him to hook something, shouldn’t very much being the key word here.

Allowing his mind to settle as he continued to loosely focus on the point where the fine, black wire made contact with water’s surface, Chris suddenly found his attention to be drawn towards a rather sudden outburst of noise. Seemingly, the girl the other side of the pond was attempting to converse with him, the topic of her conversation being the pair’s activity. Apparently, she hadn’t had much luck with fishing today, and she was willing to place at least a segment of the blame on her poor rod and lure.

Now, while Chris could indeed confirm that the girl’s rod did in fact seem a little, out-dated, he couldn’t vouch for her lure since he couldn’t quite see it due to the reflections on the water’s surface, not to mention the water itself here was not really crystal-clear. That being said, a rod shouldn’t really have any influence on how often Pokémon bite, since they should only be able to see the lure, so only the lure could possibly be at fault, the only thing the rod itself could really be held for would be it’s durability, or more precisely whether or not it would snap should a Pokémon tug it hard enough.

“Nothing at all? That’s pretty strange, I was told just recently that this place was meant to be a pretty decent fishing spot…” Chris began to reply taking his eyes away from the water’s edge and turning to face the girl as he spoke, Fenrir taking over intuitively as he heard his partner begin to speak. Chris pretty much always looked at someone when he addressed them, and the little grey canine doubted now would be any different.

“Nah, your rod shouldn’t really make too much of a difference, not when it comes to hooking something anyway, only your lure matters really. To be honest though, since this is allegedly one of the places in Furoh where there’s a fair amount of Carvanha, who’ll attack pretty much anything in water on sight, meaning your lure shouldn’t really make a difference anyway, it’s pretty weird how you’ve not managed to hook anything. Just how long have you been here, exactly?”

After posing his question, Chris suddenly realised that he had asked it without giving an answer to the one she had asked him earlier, causing him to suddenly talk just a little more, no more than a second after he trailed off after his own question, though the pause was still noticeable, despite how brief it was.

“Oh, and I happen to be looking for Carvanha actually. I’ve never had much luck catching them back in Hoenn, always used to end up with Goldeen, Tentacool and the like.” Smirking a little in embarrassment at his past failures to catch this ever so elusive Pokémon, just about repressing the urge to scratch the back of his head in the spirit of this very same emotion due to fear of suddenly losing his rod to the water should he hook something, the teenage male thought he may as well introduce himself to this girl, considering how chatty the two seemed to be despite not knowing each other. Chances were, the two of them would also be here for a while too, considering how the Pokémon seemingly weren’t in the mood for biting, so breaking the ice between them certainly wouldn’t hurt now, would it?

“My name’s Chris by the way, Chris Portnoy. Oh, and this vigilant canine beast here goes by the name of Fenrir.”

The huff that Fenrir gave Chris as he noticed his words were being mildly patronising only served to recreate the smirk which had previously been on his face. A little friendly teasing between the human and Pokémon was far from a rare occurrence, something that this copper-haired female would no doubt notice even in the brief time she would see these two at the lake should she choose to stick around a little longer and give fishing a little more patience.
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“Carvanha, huh?” DC nodded her head slowly, mulling it over for a second. “I had no idea you could find those around here. Good choice though, I have to say I think I’d like a Carvanha myself at some point.” Even when she was a little girl, DC always had a certain soft spot for the more vicious-looking, perhaps misunderstood species of Pokémon. The bigger the teeth, the cuter the Pokémon was her philosophy, although it was one she did not generally mention to people to avoid receiving strange looks.

“But today is definitely not the day I’d choose to have a Carvanha bite. It could snap this rod into bits, and that would just be completely pointless.” She chuckled. “And unfortunate, seeing as it doesn’t even belong to me. Although judging by the looks of it, I don’t think my uncle uses it very often.” Pausing for a moment to scrape at some rust on the side, she continued, “I’m DC Moriarty. The Charmeleon’s name is Devil, and my Shroomish is called Magic. We’ve been here for about an hour. I think. Not really sure, to be honest.” In civilization DC had an excellent sense of time, but there was something about the forest, or wilderness in general, which brought out the side of her that did not care about time of day or day of week.

“So you’re from Hoenn?” DC inquired. She unfolded her crossed legs, extending them straight out for a moment to stretch her knees. Then she allowed them to fall, dangling over the front of the rock. Despite how long her legs were, the rock was too tall for DC’s feet to test the temperature of the water for its swimming potential. Out of curiosity she asked, “Heading for anywhere in particular in Furoh, or just traveling around?”

By now the sun felt considerably hotter on DC’s back, and her sweatshirt was starting to feel uncomfortable. She debated taking it off, but her gut feeling told her that letting go of the fishing rod was a bad idea. Of course, she could just pull it out of the water and set it aside. But if she did so, some marvelous Pokémon would swim by at that exact moment, and her lure would not be there for it to bite. DC’s brow furrowed as she reasoned with herself internally.

If nothing’s bitten in the past hour or so, what’s the likelihood of a Pokémon showing up now, in these next few seconds while I take my sweatshirt off? Not likely at all… DC clamped the fishing rod between her knees to stabilize it. In one swift motion she let go of the rod, unzipped the sweatshirt, and tossed it quickly to the side, to avoid leaving the fishing rod unattended for more than a moment. In her haste, DC accidentally tossed the sweatshirt in Devil’s direction. It landed with a plop on the Charmeleon’s head. He was not amused.

DC had to admit to herself, she was sort of hoping that removing her hands from the fishing rod would tempt fate enough for something to bite. Even if the rod was jerked away from her and fell into the water. She’d probably be so ecstatic at the prospect of catching a water type that she’d be willing to dive straight into the water and pull up the Pokémon in her own arms. As though he could sense his trainer’s questionable ideas, Magic opened his beady eyes and frowned up at her. Naturally the fungus Pokémon preferred shadier, damp places, so he took the liberty of hopping off the rock and taking advantage of the shadow it created. He also made a point of keeping far away from Devil, a sensible instinct for a grass type to have.


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“Well, you’re meant to be able to find Carvanha here anyway. If they are here, they’re being a heck of a lot more reclusive than they usually are.”

As Chris continued on about the presence of his intended catch, he began to realise he was feeling not so optimistic any more about even so much as hooking anything, never mind landing a Pokémon. Perhaps the fisherman he had talked to had fooled him, or perhaps the presence of at this particular pond was seasonal. No, chances were this girl had simply had a large dose of bad luck with her fishing. It happened from time to time, and there wasn’t much you could do about it, you simply had to keep at it and hope that you’d feel that tug on your hands.

“Yeah, that would be a little unfortunate.” The male stated, a slight light-hearted laugh behind his voice as he referred to the possibility of the girl’s rod snapping should a Carvanha latch onto the other end of it. “I remember the last time I broke something belonging to someone else, not exactly the kind position I’d wish on someone else.”

“Anyway, a pleasure to meet you DC, and you Devil and Magic.” Chris continued, nodding and smiling to both the two Pokémon and their trainer before hopefully turning back to his line, noticing that the water wasn’t even so much as rippling at the point of contact with the wire.

“Well, if you’ve only been here for an hour, then there’s no real need to give up just yet. In my experience at least, it can take several hours just to hook your first Pokémon.” As Chris offered his optimistic words, he couldn’t help but wonder just why DC possessed such a name. Obviously, she had simply abbreviated her name to the first to the first letters of her first two names, as many people did who had abbreviated names, but why exactly had she done that? More than likely, she found one of her names embarrassing, that or she simply felt like shortening her name. Either way though, Chris wasn’t particularly going to pry into that sort of thing, it would be just his luck to stumble onto ground that he shouldn’t have by pursuing such knowledge.

“Born and raised there, this is the first region I’ve been to aside from Hoenn, and I’ve only been here for a week. I’ve gotta say, this place is definitely a lot different to Hoenn, a lot less water for one thing.” Reminiscing about his home a little, Chris began to lean back into a little bit of a more comfortable position, before realising that the ground was a lot lower than he initially imagined, causing him to swiftly raise back up into an upright position and grab his bag with his right hand, shifting it behind his back before leaning on it, quite relieved to find that the sack was lying in such a manner that left his back in contact with his sleeping bag as against a compressed cooking pot.

“No, I’m not really heading anywhere in particular. I mean, the whole challenging gyms scenario does have it’s appeal, but I’m hardly in a dire rush to travel to every city and challenge powerful trainers. Besides…”

Trailing off a little, Chris turned to look down to Fenrir, who eventually realised the silence and looked back to his trainer, before nodding in an understanding manner, before turning back to observe the Pokémon the other side of the lake, having taken a particular interest in the Charmeleon who at first glance seemed to share a similarly serious nature to Fenrir himself. Yes, Chris did get patronising at times, but he wouldn’t say what he was about to before ensuring with his Pokémon that it was alright to, Chris then nodding back and turning to DC, a smirk which could easily be determined as force appearing over his face as a mild wave of embarrassment and lack of confidence blew over the male trainer.

“Besides, we’re not really the strongest team, neither myself or my Pokémon. Yeah, we’ve taken part in a few battles back home, against wild Pokémon and other trainers, as well as trained a little with the other Pokémon I have, but we’ve never really battled anyone or anything of truly notable strength, such as a Gym Leader. I mean, simply the fact that you have an evolved Pokémon tells me that you’d trounce us, even though I’ve never seen you battle...”

“Still, that’s why we’re here though. Well, in part.” Speaking with a little more confidence and vigour, Chris smirked as his attention turned back to Fenrir, who was already looking at Chris, giving yet another nod, but this time one of much more visible meaning.

“We initially came here just to have a look around Furoh, since literally no one in my family has visited this place before. We’re the first in all of my families generations, or so I’m told, but we’re also here to get stronger, just as much my Pokémon as me. I know, that sounds cheesy, really cheesy, but I really don’t know any other way to put it.”

Being unable to suppress a brief chuckle at how he imagined he sounded, the fact that he had just witnessed a Charmeleon having a sweatshirt flung on it’s head not particularly helping in this regard, Chris looked back up to DC, a light smile present on his face as he intended to begin speaking, but instead paused briefly. His mind had really registered this up until now, something Chris couldn’t believe he hadn’t notice himself, but… no. Chris had just met DC, there was no need to make observations of those kinds. He should just get back to the topic at hand, which he indeed did after his brief pause.

“So, what do you think? Do I sound like your average ten year old having delusions grandeur?” The teen questioned, awaiting a response with a little more anticipation than he was willing to admit, failing to notice the water seeming to grow darker and darker ever so slowly around his line...

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“Well I’m hardly in the position to judge someone else for harboring grandiose dreams related to Pokémon training,” DC replied with a laugh. “The whole ‘get strong, be the best’ cliché has been my goal, for lack of a better word, since I was really young. Even before I had Pokémon. That’s why Devil and I make such a good team. He’s almost as competitive as I am.”

The Charmeleon raised his head to make eye contact with DC and gruffly snorted at her. His expression was half amused, half challenging, as if to suggest his obvious superiority to his trainer when it comes to being aggressive.

Grinning, DC corrected herself. “Alright, alright, maybe if it came to a competition for which one of us was more competitive, we’d tie. Maybe.” Devil tossed his scaly head at her, a puff of smoke curling out of his nostrils. The glint in his eyes seemed to say, We’ll see about that, human.

“So in other words we can definitely relate to you, as far as the quest for growing stronger goes anyway. Although I can’t say the same for my entire team. My Pokémon are about as diverse as they come, complete with clashing personalities and all that good stuff. There are a lot of different sources of motivation on this team, I suppose.” DC stretched her leg towards the ground and poked Magic gently with her toe. He responded by squeaking and nipping at her foot in annoyance.

“Oh don’t be so grumpy,” she said, peering down at the Shroomish. “It’s a beautiful day. Although I suppose rainy would be more your cup of tea.” DC actually felt pleased that Magic was comfortable enough to bite her toes, and was even more pleased that he had slept next to her leg earlier. He was a relatively new addition to the team, and seemed to be having some trouble adjusting to the life of a trained Pokémon. But at least he no longer appeared to be afraid of DC. He was still wary around the other Pokémon, perhaps intimidated by their personalities and in some cases their type advantages over him. But the fact that Magic had warmed up to DC gave her hope that given some time the Shroomish would completely adjust to living and working with a team.

“And as for having no gym badges, you’re not alone there. We haven’t challenged any gyms in Furoh yet, although we definitely plan to. Of course, there are gyms in Kanto, and we tried one once, but…” DC faltered for a second, and simultaneously Devil’s flame-tipped tail whacked the ground viciously several times. Smoke leaked out of his nostrils and the corners of his mouth. “Needless to say, it didn’t go so well. In our defense there were type advantages involved. But it’s a sore spot nonetheless.”

DC felt somewhat bad for bringing up the loss in Kanto, as she knew the mention of it made Devil visibly upset without fail. Hell, it depressed her also. But at the same time she recognized the importance of remembering one’s failures at times. It was further motivation to work hard and avoid having another loss like that at Furoh’s gyms.

Not having any other comments on the subject of gyms, DC looked back up at Chris. Whatever she had been about to say was lost before it reached her tongue, as she noticed a shape of some sort under the water on Chris’s side of the pond. She blinked rapidly several times to check that she wasn’t seeing things and resisted the urge to pinch herself. No, there was definitely something in the water, and though she could not tell what it was, DC felt a pang of excitement in her chest. Although on one hand it hardly seemed fair that Chris might hook a Pokémon already, despite the fact that she’d been fishing for a considerably longer time, at least something interesting was about to happen.

“Hey look, I think there’s a Pokémon in the water!” DC realized her voice sounded rather childishly excited, and she hoped that the shape really was a Pokémon, and not a piece of wood or trash or something along those lines drifting by. Now that would be embarrassing.


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Chris simply remained silent as he listened to DC, smiling a little as she interacted with her Pokémon, both because he was relieved at her reaction towards his reasons for being in Hoenn, and what he could see going on in front of him. She really wasn’t joking when she said that they were as diverse as they come, herself included. While she may well say that she shared a competitive streak with Devil, it was pretty damn obvious that she was a lot more friendly and open than either one of her Pokémon, well, from what Chris had seen anyway. From what he could gather, Devil was of the serious, possibly short-fused demeanour, while Magic was either lazy, short-fused, dis-obedient, or some kind of combination of the three. To be perfectly honest, Magic’s actions reminded him quite a lot of Heruga’s, though the grass-types were of a much more drastic and common occurrence. Perhaps the Shroomish was a new recruit? That wouldn’t be too far fetched of an assumption.

Listening intently to the story behind DC’s gym related incident, Chris soon realised he probably wasn’t going to have much more to say when she finished this time. He was never too good at re-instating conversation once negative memories or scenarios had been brought up, since very often either began to feel a little down himself, or didn’t want to risk making those around him feel upset. He understood the feeling of losing a battle himself pretty well, but he imagined that he couldn’t even begin to understand the feelings behind losing a gym battle. More than likely, one would be in a completely different mindset when challenging a gym than when you’re involved in a battle, since it ‘matters more’ (though to someone as competitive as DC apparently was, she may treat every battle like it ‘matters’ anyway), so losing may well hurt one’s pride to a much greater extent in a gym battle than in one of an ‘every-day’ sort.

Wait… in the water?

Taking DC’s words as a much needed wake up call to snap him back into focus, Chris’ mind suddenly began working at seemingly maximum capacity as he suddenly twitched his head around to give his eyes a line of vision towards the shape around his line. Yes, there was something there, but he was attempting to identify just what was there. That roughly circular central bulk… yes, at first glance, it did seem like he was about to land what he was looking for. But then, he began to have his doubts.

Indeed, it Carvanha had fins, but did they have fins that thick? They also had two fins on their head, did they not? Yet as this shape came close to the surface, it became clearer that it only had one, and the central mass was much bigger than any Carvanha’s that Chris had seen. MUCH bigger.

Then, it hit him, or rather tugged him.

The rod bending at what was almost a sixty degree angle, Chris being brought fully upright rather awkwardly and almost instantly, it became clear that what had took an interest in the reflective lure, the identity of the Pokémon actually making Chris debate letting go of his rod so that he would escape with both of his arms with their respective joints and tendons still in place and connected.

“Sharpedo, no doubt about it!” The teenage male yelled, his voice emitting not the childish glee one would imagine, but sheer anxiety. Given the male’s figure, it was surprising he hadn’t simply been pulled into the lake instantly, the makeshift foothold he had intentionally sought after, as well as some sort of additional sense of balance he had not yet identified, seemed to be the only reasons for his currently still bone dry body, but even that didn’t last long.

As the Sharpedo fought against the line, whose body still had not become visible through the water’s surface, a few notable, circular waves began to emit from the pond, the odd splash actually making itself to he ponds edges, the waves in Chris’ direction roughly midway up the teen’s jeans, turning them a notably darker shade of blue.

“Sorry to ask for help, but I'm in way over my head over here!” Chris yelled over to DC, his eyes remaining completely fixated on the darker shade of water, feeling the tug of what he had identified as a now most likely soaked Fenrir on his sodden jeans. Really, he had only been joking to himself when the thought of his legs breaking if something strong tugged on the line entered his mind, but now it looked all too much like a reality right now, and as much as Fenrir was helping to keep him from going under, it was beginning to look like even that wasn't going to last that long without some additional form of assisstance.

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Sharpedo? DC was stunned to hear this, probably almost as stunned as Chris must be himself. Devil was already on his feet and alert, staring intently at the other side of the water, muscles tense and ready for combat.

“Come on boys, we have to get over there and help! Devil, get in your Pokéball, it’ll be the safest way to get you across water.” She tossed her fishing rod to the side, not bothering to reel in the extended line, and recalled the Charmeleon. Hastily, she reached for another Pokéball and sent out a Pidgey. “Cheepie, Magic!” Both Pokémon looked at her intently. “This is dangerous and we have to act fast, but I have a plan that can tip this situation in our favor. Cheepie, you need to carry Magic across the water, directly over that big Pokémon. Magic, as Cheepie carries you, release your stun spore and paralyze that Sharpedo! You’ll need to time this just right. Use stun spore slightly before you’re over the Sharpedo, and whatever you do, don’t hit Chris or Fenrir with any of it!”

“Pid, pid!” Cheepie cried out obediently, nodding her feathery head. On the other hand, Magic looked horrified at the prospect of allowing the flying type to grip him in her talons and fly with him over a body of water that contained dangerous Pokémon. His brow was furrowed and his tiny body shook with fear.

“Please, Magic, you have the ability to severely disable this Pokémon without even touching it. We’re depending on you!”

“Pidgey!” Cheepie added, bobbing up and down as if to encourage the Shroomish.

“…Shroo.” Magic nodded slowly. He still looked extremely hesitant.

“Oh, thank you, thank you Magic!” DC scooped him up in her hands and offered him up towards Cheepie. To Magic, it felt as though he was being offered up to certain doom. Cheepie gently but firmly grasped Magic in her talons. “Go now! I’m going to meet you on the other side of the pond.”

The unlikely duo took off as fast as Cheepie’s tiny wings could carry them, and without even stopping to consider that there could be other Sharpedo in the water, DC jumped in. At first the ground sloped gradually, but then it dropped without warning. Even with her long legs, DC found she was unable to touch bottom. She began swimming speedily towards the other side, but at an angle so she wouldn’t end up on top of the Sharpedo.

Meanwhile, as nervous as he was, Magic kept his eyes trained on the water below him. As they approached the deadly looking creature in the water, Magic let loose his stun spore. The glittery golden powder rained down from his body, stopping just before it reached the shore. It was a good thing the wind wasn’t strong, otherwise it might have blown the spores to the behind the Sharpedo or to the side. Or worse, they could have hit the struggling trainer and his equally struggling Poochyena. But for once Mother Nature was working in DC’s favor and the spores covered the thrashing Sharpedo. Being the strong Pokémon that it was, the stun spore was not likely to completely take a Sharpedo out of commission, but it would at least slow the beast down and hopefully even halt its movement at times.

As DC emerged from the water on to the other side of the pond, clothes dripping, she realized that she still did not have a second part to her plan. The stun spore had been a success, she could see, because Cheepie had already dropped Magic off safely on the shore, where he huddled by a tree and quivered. She fluttered to DC’s side and awaited another order. But DC found that she didn’t have one to give to the Pidgey. Cheepie could potentially do battle with a Sharpedo, but it would be risky. A Sharpedo would be considerably stronger than Cheepie at this point. Devil was the strongest Pokémon on the team without question, but he had an obvious type disadvantage and would hardly be able to put a scratch on a Pokémon that was submerged in water. The other Pokémon in her possession were simply not strong enough to stand a chance. A Sharpedo would be fast enough to strike first, and would take them out in one hit. Unsure of how much she could actually help, DC rushed over to Chris.

A gut feeling told her that for the time being, she should at least try to make sure Chris wouldn’t be dragged into the water. She wrapped her arms around him and instinctively stabilized herself to the best of her ability, knees bent and feet planted firmly on the ground. Although her appearance suggested otherwise, years of sports and rock climbing in particular had built her strength up to be pretty impressive, especially for a female. DC could only hope that it would be enough.

Instantly able to feel the pull of the Sharpedo through Chris, DC figured Chris must have a considerable amount of strength in him as well, seeing as he’d held on to the Sharpedo single handedly until now. Suddenly, DC felt something grip the waistband of her shorts with its teeth. She didn’t even have to turn to know that it was Devil. It was just like him to take the liberty of popping out of his Pokéball and placing himself in danger to help her. She felt a swell of affection for the Charmeleon, but also raw fear that water might splash too close to his fiery tail. Telling him to back off would be a simple waste of breath, this she knew for certain. The possibility also existed that the seat of her shorts could be ripped clean off in Devil’s jaws. DC winced at the thought, hoping the denim would hold up.


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Taking a quick glance over to the other side of the lake, noting DC communicating with her Pokémon, Chris felt a token gesture of relief when he realised that this meant the female trainer was in fact going to help him out of his current dilemma. As to what exactly she was going to do, he could not even begin to guess, since as soon as he had seen her conversing with her companions, he had returned all of his focus to the thrashing mass in the ponds, his now completely drenched feet beginning to lose their sense of security in the trench below, even with Fenrir’s assistance.

Continuing to battle with the water-type, Chris soon realised that this Sharpedo really wasn’t showing any signs of giving up at all. Ever since the Shark-like creature had hooked, it had done nothing but ferociously and erratically tug against the line, but not once did it show any signs of slowing down. It really did seem like the Pokémon could keep this up forever if it wanted to, a prospect Chris shuddered at simply with the thought of, or maybe that was due to his drenched legs starting to feel just a light chill, though it was more than likely a combination of the two. Suddenly though, Chris began to find himself more than just cold and under stress, he found himself being a little bit of confusion as well. Seemingly, a cloud of glittering, golden spores were beginning to form above the shadow ridden water, a cloud which reminded Chris of a sight he seen on his way out of the Safari Zone after he had caught Heruga a few months ago…

Yup, no doubt about it, that “cloud” was in fact a Stun Spore, the source of which being identified as no less than a Shroomish… flying through the air? No, of course it wasn’t a winged Shroomish, the Pidgey behind it was simply to small for it’s body to be seen. Really now, the situation I’m in may be a little stressful, but come on, flying Shroomish? Normally, around now, Chris would have made some kind of joke about “Flying Magic Mushrooms”, considering the Shroomish’s name, but now was not the time for predictable, poor puns, now was the time for ensuring he didn’t end up in a pond with a seemingly ravenous Sharpedo.

The thing was though, as much as the Sharpedo’s ravenous intents seemed to have been completely and utterly relentless earlier, they now seemed to be petering out a little in terms of their vigour, much to Chris’ relief. Still, even though the Sharpedo was now noticeably weaker, Chris knew he couldn’t hold on forever. A couple more minutes and he would have to decide between either losing his rod to the Pokémon, or end up leaving himself and Fenrir to the Water-Dark type’s mercy, neither of which being a particularly desirable prospect, but it was obvious which one Chris would prefer.

Just as Chris was beginning to debate tossing in his rod however, he suddenly found his body being ensnared by a pair of well and truly drenched arms, which suddenly resulted in him in particular feeling a hell of a lot more stable. It didn’t take long for Chris to figure out who was holding onto him, that much was obvious, but he had to admit he was a little surprised at the strength that DC had in her possession. In all honesty, the quick look at the physique her arms bore when he had looked down to check what had embraced him, seeing limbs that were indeed of an athletic build, but possessing more muscle tonnage than Chris’ easily, was more than enough for Chris to guess that she in fact was stronger than him. Well, that wasn’t particularly hard, since Chris himself wasn’t particularly that much of a body-builder or anything of the sort; his true ‘strength’ lay more in the physical fitness he had gained from what had become his usual routine back in Fortree, endurance was much more his 'thing'.

Regardless of the strength DC was showing however, it was apparent that this Sharpedo wasn’t giving up. Despite the fact that it was now suffering the effects of the earlier Stun Spore, as well as pulling against Chris, Fenrir, DC, and whatever help she had recruited, it was still putting up quite the fight. Fortunately however, the fact that Chris now had a relatively large amount of assistance assured him that he was not going to be pulled into the lake at least, the deciding factor was now whether or not the Sharpedo tired out first, Chris, DC and their Pokémon became too exhausted to continue their struggle, or the medium connecting the two snapped. Well, this looked like it would be a long , drawn out encounter…

Then, as if tempted by fate, came that tell-tale snapping sound.

Suddenly, Chris found himself being pushed backwards into DC rather forcefully, discovering just how much of his weight he had been putting behind him in an attempt to counteract the Sharpedo’s strength first-hand. Whether or not he, and DC, would both find the ground as a result of this momentum would rely simply on the strength of the female behind him. Chris’ momentum was already carrying him backwards, there wasn’t much he could do about that, hopefully DC wasn’t also in a similar position otherwise the end result would most likely be a lot more painful for her than it would the male. At least Fenrir wouldn’t be involved in the potential pile up however, literally the millisecond the wire of the line had snapped, he had moved away from Chris’ leg and headed towards the edge of the pond, awaiting to see what course of action the Sharpedo would take now that it had relieved itself from it’s ensnarement. Hopefully, the water-dwelling creature would take this chance to escape rather than seek some sort of vengeance, but perhaps that was just blind hope on Fenrir and Chris’ regards.
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The sudden cease of resistance against DC as she pulled back came as a surprise to her. Although admittedly it should not have, as she’d known very well that the line could break at any moment. But even if DC was not fully prepared, she might have still had a chance at keeping her balance if it wasn’t for Devil tugging stubbornly at the back of her shorts.

The Charmeleon was pulling with such force that the instant contact with the Sharpedo was severed, DC was yanked backwards a meter or so. She collided with the ground, partially on top of Devil, and quickly rolled off of him. Her wet clothes were now coated in a thin layer of dirt that clung to the damp cloth, and her drenched hair fell in disarray around her face. DC took a moment to simply sit there, stunned.

“Is everyone alright?” she ventured, peering past Chris to scan the water for the Sharpedo. DC could not see it, but that did not mean it wasn’t still there, and she made a mental note to stay on her toes until she could prove it was gone for good. Devil too was very alert. The flame on his tail had suffered a bit of dirt damage, but it was a powerful enough flame to regain its full volume within a few minutes. DC did not feel extremely worried about it, but she continued to glance back at the flame regardless.

“Well damn,” DC said, letting out a long, slow whistle. “That was certainly unusual. I don’t think this body of water is really big enough for something like a Sharpedo. A school of Carvahna, sure. But Sharpedo?” She shook her head in disbelief. “It must have made a mistake somehow. Maybe it chose the wrong river to follow. Do you know if they travel in groups, Chris? If they do, that would be even more proof that it was separated by accident. Either that, or there’s more of them in there.”

Eyes scanning the water for what felt like the umpteenth time, DC could still see nothing. But to her that most certainly did not confirm the safety of the water. Just a few moments ago she’d experienced first hand that it was a deep pond. And she hadn’t even tested the full depth by swimming under the surface to see how long it took to reach the bottom. Who knew how deep that pond was, or what else could be hiding in it? There was no way to tell.

Shroom.” DC heard Magic’s insistent voice coming from beside her. She peered down and there he was, Cheepie as well. Both were looking up at her with concerned expressions.

“That was an excellent job, you two. I couldn’t be prouder.” She reached down to scoop Magic into her lap and patted Cheepie’s feathery skull. “This Pidgey goes by the name of Cheepie by the way,” she informed Chris.

Deciding it was time to stand up, DC did so. She recalled Magic and Cheepie back into their Pokéballs. Magic seemed relieved to disappear into the safety of the red and white capsule. DC’s knees felt a bit tired from all the stress they’d just been under, but she figured they’d be fine within a few minutes or so. Running her fingers through her hair to neaten it, DC tied it back into a high ponytail. A few wispy strands fell from the hair elastic, and she brushed them back with a sigh, only to have them fall around her face again. She ignored them this time and began wiping some of the dirt off her clothes and legs. Craning her neck around, DC examined the damage done to her shorts. Impressively, the denim held up pretty well, but there were several holes worn into the waist and the top of the seat from Devil’s teeth, and some fraying and shred marks that would undoubtedly become holes later. The denim was also discolored from the high temperature of Devil’s mouth. During times of stress, the Charmeleon’s mouth tended to heat up in preparation to spit fire if he needed to, and the Sharpedo incident had been no different. So in other words the shorts were pretty much history. They were acceptable at the moment because DC was wearing a swim suit. Only the back of her floral bikini bottoms showed through, but at any other time it would be her underwear showing through instead. She grinned wryly at the thought.

Now there was the problem of DC’s backpack being on the other side of the pond. Cheepie could fly across to it, but DC doubted the Pidgey would be able to carry it back. She knew that Cheepie would happily try if asked, but DC simply would not feel right doing so. The tiny bird might strain herself. No, DC was going to have to swim back across and get it herself. She’d give herself a few minutes for a breather and then head over there.

“While it’s a bit disappointing we couldn’t land it, it’s probably for the best,” DC stated. “I’d imagine it was way stronger than any of our Pokémon.” Devil huffed at her, offended that she could suggest such a thing. “Oh, come on, you know it’s true. But wow, can you imagine what it would be like to train a Sharpedo? That would be amazing! Imagine riding it through the ocean!” DC’s eyes sparkled as she pictured herself traveling across the sea on the back of a Sharpedo, or some equally impressive Pokémon. Passengers of boats would stop and stare in utter shock. DC felt gleeful just thinking about it.

“That’s why I’m fishing, actually,” DC explained to Chris. “I was hoping to find a Pokémon to help me with aquatic travel, or something that will grow large enough to do so eventually. That and having a water type would add some useful diversity to the team.” She paused, and a frown touched her face. “But maybe I shouldn’t continue fishing today. It seems as though the Pokémon in this water might be too strong for my fishing rod.”

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Much to his own surprise, despite the fact the immense backwards momentum, Chris just about managed to stay on his own two feet, very much to his relief. Yes, he had staggered back a good few feet, but aside from that, nothing. In all honesty, he had expected to stumble backwards over the edge of the trench his feet were in, but no, he seemed to have somehow retained his balance, not that he was about to complain about that however.

With the thud behind him, Chris could tell that DC had no such luck however. Quickly turning around to check if she was all right, it became apparent that her Charmeleon, Devil, had been assisting her with the tug-of-war against the Sharpedo, the extra force probably being what had lead her to tip over as well. Other than being absolutely drenched and a little dirty, DC did seem to be in good health, however the fact that she was remaining rather silent did leave Chris with an understandable level of concern, though once she enquired about the health of those around her he that concern soon washed away. If she was in a fit enough state to worry about others more than herself, then surely she was fine.

"Yeah I’m good, what about you Fen?" Giving a token gesture of a nod as he replied, along with a smile of equal measure, Chris turned back to the lake to see his Poochyena dangerously close to the edge of the pond, while his focus was aimed towards the stream which joined onto it. A few seconds after staring at this point, the Dark type finally turned around to Chris and gave him a nod before motioning to the lake with his head.

It’s gone then, thank God for that…

“Unusual for sure. I’m not sure if they behave differently in other regions, but back in Hoenn, I’ve only ever seen Sharpedo in the ocean. Sure, they evolve from Carvanha who live in ponds like this, but they normally make heading out to large volumes of water one of their top priorities when they evolve, sheerly because they’re too big for the smaller volumes, as you said."

Making his own conclusions as DC continued to analyse the situation, Chris found that he really was clutching at straws as he tried to analyse the situation. True, there were a few conclusions one could come from following simple logic from the information at his disposable, but the end results still seemed a little far fetched. That being said, far-fetched doesn’t mean impossible. I should know that by now…

Tilting his head back over to DC as she continued to speak, then allowing his body to turn and face her as well, Chris again followed up with his own interpretation, finding himself agreeing with a lot of what DC was saying. “"Yup, they normally travel in groups, though in a place like this I can’t imagine the group must be particularly big, or as you said, it may well have simply been a lone Sharpedo gone stray. Either way, according to Fenrir, it’s gone now, and since Sharpedo and Carvanha have their quite dominant pack instincts, I’m willing to bet that they’ve all moved on to somewhere else now, not just the one I hooked.”"

So basically, it’s pointless for me to be here anymore really…

Making certain that he kept that last thought as just what it was, a thought. As much as he knew he didn’t really need to be here any more, he didn’t really want to break away from the first source of real human contact he had met ever since coming to this reason so quickly. If he could help it, he would much rather spend a little more time with DC than return back to travelling simply with his Pokémon, despite how much he did enjoy his time with them. That said, if DC wanted him to leave, or simply wanted to move on herself, he would simply have to respect her wishes.

Turning his attention to Fenrir, being prompted after catching a glimpse of DC tending to her own Pokémon, nodding his head as he caught wind of Cheepie’s name, Chris soon realised that the little canine was in fact completely soaked from head to paw, his previously bushy tail now resembling more of a damp mop, it’s fur trailing across the ground with length to spare, the Fenrir himself being understandably unamused with said situation given the way he was simply staring at his trainer.

Taking a quick look around his surroundings as he reeled in his line, knowing full well that he was in a forest, it didn’t take Chris long to spot some debris scattered around the ground, in particular numerous fallen branches. Heading over to said branches after setting down his rod next to his bag in it’s still fully assembled state, the teen continued to look around as he approached them, not just for more potential firewood however, but also for a place suitable to actually start a fire. Obviously, he couldn’t really start one over a patch of grass without risk of the fire spreading, and starting a fire somewhere which was damp from the previous waves could prove to be difficult, or could result in the fire dwindling out.

Again, it didn’t take long for Chris to find what he was looking for. There was a roughly circular patch of grey dirt perfectly suitable for setting up a small fire just ten or so yards back and slightly to the right from where he had initially sat down to begin fishing. It appeared he truly had picked quite the ideal location, without even realising so. How fortunate.

Gathering up a good six or seven reasonably sized branches, the long haired male being relieved to see that there were in fact quite a numerous amount of fallen branches (though the reason for their location escaped him),Chris headed back to the spot he had noticed and began to arrange them in a manner which resulted in a slight peak in the centre of the pile, before realising that he would have to go back and get a few more if he were to plan on getting any kind of reasonable fire going. Heading back to the debris he had already visited, the teen looked up towards the tip of the tree which they were at the base at, seeing that it was in fact this tree that they belonged to, the tell tale sign of a few notches in the tree from where the branches had fallen. The cause of this? He didn’t really care, he was just glad to have some usable firewood.

Upon adding these additional branches to the pile he had previously made, creating what looked much more like a reasonable pile of wood to start a campfire with, Chris tapped the release mechanism of the first Pokeball on the right hand side of his waist, a the flash of light emitting from it soon materialising into a predominantly black and tan canine, what appeared to be a skull covering it’s forehead.

Since the first thing Heruga spotted upon leaving her previous confinement was an absolutely drenched Fenrir, who had previously been following his trainer obediently as he gathered the branches, she pretty much knew what she was about to be asked to do, therefore she looked for the firewood Chris had gathered without even having been asked to. Upon spotting the bundle of leafless branches she spat out a few small flames, which very slowly began to grow as they began to engulf the debris. Eventually, the flames would merge to produce one larger flame, though for now, the few smaller flames would have to suffice.

"Thanks for that Heruga, that’ll help us all quite a bit.” Chris stated warmly with a light smile, receiving the closest thing to a smile that Heruga could create in return. While it was true that Heruga didn’t particularly trust Chris when it came to making decisions in battle, it was far from the truth that she didn’t particularly like her trainer, Chris and all of his Pokémon managed to get along to quite the reasonable extent.

"At our level of strength, and the typing of my team, we’d not be of much assistance to you against a Sharpedo, that much can be certain.” Chris stated as he observed Fenrir and Heruga making their way over to the small campfire, the two locked in conversation as Fenrir did most of the talking, the predominantly grey canine seemingly filling in Heruga on what had just happened and why he was soaked, maybe even the identity of this new, mysterious female trainer too. “I've seen that quite a few times in Hoenn to be honest, trainer’s riding their Sharpedos across bodies of water. I saw one as I left Lilycove in fact, the braggart tried to do a handstand on top of it and ended face first in the water, you can imagine what everyone on the boat was like when they saw him.”

Snickering a little himself at the memory, Chris found himself prompted of the pond at the thought of a body of water. Were there still any Pokémon in that lake? He doubted it very much after that commotion, but it was worth checking at least.

Tapping the one Poke Ball left on his waist which contained a Pokémon, yet another beam of light materialised into a darkly coloured creature, this time being of the avian variety. Literally as soon as Astrala emerged, she made her way to her preferred position of right on top of Chris’ cranium, leaning herself forward so that her now upside down head could look straight into Chris’ eyes.

“Astrala, I need you to check around the pond and see if anything’s in there, if there is let us know, but try not to get too close to the water’s surface, I’d rather you not get hurt out there alright?” Giving the command as if Astrala’s current positioning was every day routine, which it pretty much was, Chris smiled a little at the bird Pokémon as it gave an obedient, cheerful squawk of the first syllable of it’s name, before taking off and proceeding to carry out it’s orders.

"To be honest, I doubt there being anything there now after that Sharpedo’s antics anyway, since all of the other water Pokémon would probably have wanted to get away from all of the commotion.” Chris mused as he turned back to face DC, his hand lightly rubbing his head in both the disappointment of this expected eventuality, and the fear that Astral had drawn blood from his head, yet again, due to her insistent need of perching upon his head, relieved to find that his hand was still completely free of blood when he checked it.

"Either way, drying yourself off should be the top priority now really, rather than catching Pokémon.” As much as Chris didn’t particularly want to make himself too intruding, he couldn’t help but voice his concerns over DC’'s current state, not just because of the fact that staying how she was could lead her to become pretty seriously ill, but also because he thought a fair portion of the blame for her condition belonged to him. If he hadn’t of hooked that Sharpedo, chances were she wouldn’t have gotten so wet, and none of her Pokémon would have been put at risk like that.

"Anyway, uhm… well...” Unlike how he had been speaking earlier, Chris now had a rather hesitant, awkward tone to his voice, not because he found the act of apologising difficult, just due to the situation he was in. He’d know this girl for what, half an hour? An hour? And she’d already had to save him and his Pokémon from what was essentially a life-threatening situation, while also putting herself in danger by doing so. "I’m sorry for getting you involved in that. You really shouldn’t have had to involve yourself like that; I guess that’s just another example of why me and my Pokémon need to get stronger, albeit one that you could have done without..."

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DC was thankful that Chris decided to build a fire. Perhaps she could dry her clothes on it for a bit, seeing as she did not bring anything to change into besides a set of unmentionables in case she’d decided to go swimming. Of course, at this point it was too late to decide not to swim, so having a set of relatively dry clothes for the hike back would be a good idea.

“There’s no need to apologize really,” DC told Chris, as she ambled over to the water’s edge. She turned her neck partway around to make eye contact, proof of her sincerity. “I don’t mind lending a hand to a fellow trainer. Seeing that Sharpedo was actually inspiring, in a weird sort of way. If that makes any sense. And besides, the only casualty of that adventure is my shorts.” Playfully she hooked her thumb into one of the larger rips. “Encounter with a Sharpedo and the only sacrifice is one article of clothing. Pretty good deal if you ask me.”

Chuckling, DC peeled off her wet clothes and walked until the water hit her mid-shin. It already felt much more comfortable to be in just a swim suit rather than covered in cold, dripping cloth. She could feel her body warming up in the sun within seconds. It really was fortunate that the weather was decent. DC reached down to the water’s surface and scrubbed as much dirt out of her clothing as possible. When she was finished, she could see the difference. It was not perfect by any means, but soap would finish the job when she returned home.

DC twisted the tank top and shorts to wring them out and walked over to Chris and the fire. She found two slim branches on the ground by the edge of the forest and planted them into the dirt, close but not too close to the flames. After hanging one article of clothing on each, DC took a step back.

“Well, those should dry in about an hour or so. But now the question is how am I going to get my shoes and equipment from the other side of the pond to here? I can’t exactly swim back over with it. My backpack isn’t waterproof. Water resistant, sure, but I don’t think it can resist water when it’s practically submerged in a pond.” Brow furrowed, DC pondered the minor dilemma. “Maybe if I walk to where the pond ends and the river begins, I can find a place on the river shallow enough to cross… Yeah, that’ll work. If I swim back through the pond instead of walking both ways, I’ll save some time.”

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It took DC a solid fifteen minutes round trip, but she was able to successfully find a place to cross the river. She returned to the fire with her backpack on and the laces of her hiking boots tied together so she could sling them over one shoulder. She imagined she must look rather strange. Bikinis and hiking equipment typically did not mix, but she hadn’t seen a soul on her walk, not even any Pokemon. DC didn’t feel self-conscious about her strange medley of attire, because the only ones to see her were Chris, his Pokemon, and Devil. Who in the group was most likely to judge her for it? Devil without a doubt. She grinned as she made eye contact with the lounging Charmeleon.

“The good news is, the water is definitely safe. As you can see, I don’t have a scratch on me.” DC set her boots and pack down next to Devil. “But the bad news is, I don’t think there is a single Pokemon occupying that water after all the commotion. They must have scattered when the Sharpedo arrived. So I think I’d like to go for another swim. As long as I don’t splash around or make a lot of noise, the Pokemon that live here will eventually come out of their hiding places. If you’re going to be sticking around you should join me, Chris. It’ll pass the time until lunchtime, and after that I think I’d like to try my luck one more time at hooking something.”

It was possible that the male trainer didn’t feel like remaining by the pond after the incident with the Sharpedo, much less swimming in it, but DC figured it didn’t hurt to extend the offer. Running her fingers through her ponytail out of habit, DC headed back over to the water’s edge and stepped in.


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Hearing the sincerity in DC’s reassuring words, Chris couldn’t help but perk up a bit, even to the extent that a light, barely visible smile began to appear on his face. Maybe it was the light humour, or just her body language, but Chris did feel as if she really didn’t hold any grudges against him over the incident, which was quite the relief. Even though the two may well have only just met one another, having your first real form of contact with another person in a new, unfamiliar region resulting in a verbal battle was not too much of an entertaining prospect, plus there was the fact that Chris simply despised upsetting people, and would very often quite happily go out of his own way to avoid doing so.

Still, as much as Chris was happy that his new acquaintance was not angry with him, he couldn’t quite help himself from feeling a little embarrassed when she decided she was going to remove her clothes right before his eyes. He had assumed she would have asked him to leave the clearing momentarily or simply left off of her own accord to do so, but clearly this wasn’t the case. Turning himself to face the fire he had thrown together a few moments ago, his face showing a shade of crimson not massively dissimilar from the flames he was looking at, the teen happened to catch a glance of a two pairs of canine eyes. While Heruga seemed to be just about suppressing a bout of the closest thing she could muster to laughter, given by the way her facial expression seemed to be pretty close to a smile that while didn’t seem forced, seemed a little, well, odd, Fenrir had opted to turned his attention over to the direction where DC had previously being relieving herself of her soaked clothes, as if affirming to Chris that he should look this direction as well.

Wait, do they want me to look at her while she undresses? I guess Heruga might find some kind of amusement if I caught a glimpse of DC like that, but I can’t imagine Fen being like that, it’s just not him…

After returning his Pokémon’s actions a look of sheer befuddlement, out of the corner of his right eye Chris allowed himself to take just a glimpse of DC’s figure, currently partially submerged in the pond washing her clothes, only to catch the sight of a floral printed swim suit. Well, Chris certainly felt stupid now. Of course DC wouldn’t literally strip off in front of someone she didn’t know, who in their right mind would do such a thing in front of someone who was still a stranger to some extent? She must have intended to go swimming here at some point, and had worn this swimming costume under her clothes in preparation for this activity.

Sighing in both relief and at his own stupidity, Chris wandered over to the fire and sat down next to Heruga, taking in the scenery as he allowed DC to was her clothes in peace, also allowing his own clothes to dry a little next to the fire. Gazing up at the sky as he waited for her to complete her task, the teen decided that now would be a good idea just to simply take in the weather and his surroundings a little more, allow himself to get a better grasp of today’s climate. All in all, it was a pretty nice day, not quite glorious, but very amicable. The sun while not too hot, was providing a rather pleasantly warm level of radiation, and there wasn’t really that much in terms of wind either, if there was any at all. Actually, this was pretty ideal weather for an outdoor swim come to think of it...

Finding his thoughts suddenly cut short by a female voice, Chris’ head suddenly twitched towards the source f the noise only to see DC deciding just how she was going to get her gear from the other side of the pond without getting it too wet. Chris wasn’t too certain whether
she was talking to him, or simply thinking aloud at first, given the way she simply didn’t really address him, or even face him for that matter while she talked. In the end, Chris just gave up trying to decide and left her to her devices, allowing the copper-haired girl to traverse the pond however she wished.

She certainly seemed like a strange character DC, she was nice, no doubt about that, but she was indeed strange, almost a little childish at times. One particular example of this ‘childishness’ was how giddy she got when she saw the Sharpedo’s figure in the water earlier. True, this may have had more to do with the fact that she had been bored out of her skull earlier when nothing was biting for her rather than the fact that Chris had encountered a Pokémon, but it really didn’t seem like too much of a typical reaction for someone of his and her age range.

Still, even if she did seem a little odd, Chris was in no position to call her odd really, he too had his little ‘moments’, as did everyone else on the face of the planet. For all he knew, this may not have been how DC normally behaved, she could simply be in a more laid-back state of mind due to the nature of a fishing-trip.

Either way, it didn’t really matter whether or not DC was ‘strange’, ‘childish’, or anything of the sort. What mattered, to Chris at least, was the fact that she had shown signs of friendship, which Chris was indeed grateful for. He had very much imagined himself travelling around Furoh with only his Pokémon for the most part, but meeting up with DC had shown him that there were trainers who weren’t anywhere as near as anti-social as he had first imagined the vast majority of Furoh to be.

Lying back as he took in the heat from the fire and the sun, Chris allowed himself to rest his eyes a little as he awaited DC’s eventual return, his mind now occupied as to what he was going to do next. He was pretty certain by now that DC was going to go for a swim, but he wasn’t too certain if he would join her with that. Yes, he had his swim shorts with him, so being prepared wasn’t the issue, it was the whole concept of his upper-half being completely naked in front of someone he didn’t particularly know, well that’s what he told himself at the very least. It wasn’t that he was ashamed of his figure mind you, he had no real reason to be, he simply felt a little apprehensive about it being on show to DC. No doubt, if she asked him to join her, he would, but he didn’t really feel like doing so otherwise due to reasons which were already perfectly clear in his mind.

A few minutes after he had let the thoughts pass through his mind, Astrala finally returned to Chris’ side, or rather his head, and looked at him in the identical manner in which she had earlier, over hanging head and all. Given the fact that Chris had his eyes shut when the avian creature landed on his head, as well as the fact he was barely paying any attention to his surroundings, via his other senses, it wasn’t that surprising that he was more than mildly startled when the Dark-Flying type landed on his head, the teen jolting up while Astrala seemed to keep perfect balance. Needless to say, this had happened before, but while Chris had no idea when the event would occur, Astrala knew in advance that she would have to distribute her weight accordingly when Chris awakened.

“So… anything out there?” Chris enquired, his voice showing signs that he was little shook up from suddenly finding a pair of talons latched onto his head, the response his words got being a simple shake from his lone Flying type, along with the usual overly-happy squawk. Smiling a little tiredly, Chris returned his Pokémon to her Poke Ball, before looking over to his remaining Pokémon, checking on just what the two were doing. Seemingly, the two of them had both dozed off while Chris awaited DC’s return, which came to quite the surprise to Chris, especially in Fenrir’s regard. The little Poochyena was normally ever vigilant when it came to keeping a constant guard over his trainer, making seeing him asleep like this for a change was just as strange as it was relieving to the teen. Finally, the little canine would get some rest.

Not long after this, DC made her return with her belongings, affirming that the pond was in fact completely empty. Well, if Chris really wanted to go fishing, he could always venture up the body of water which adjoined the pond the pair and their Pokémon were currently at and check if there were any Carvanha up there, which there more than likely were. The Dark-Water types did seem to vastly prefer rivers as against bodies of water like this, perhaps the stream would widen into a larger body which would be a more ideal habitat for the Carvanha, which would provide an explanation as to why a Sharpedo had found it’s way to this pond in the first place.

“Well, there’s always that stream we can follow too, if any Pokémon don’t come back.” The teen replied, literally just speaking his mind as his thoughts went through them. “Yeah, I think I’ll join you, just give me a minute to change.”

Getting up and wandering over to his bag, Chris had to do a little bit of routing before finding his pair of swim shorts, which was strange because he was pretty certain he packed them last. Eventually, he did find them, and proceeded to head a little into the forest so that he could get changed out of sight from DC and the Pokémon.

Returning no more than a minute or two later, a few sticks in hand, Chris hung up his close in a similar manner to DC before heading over to the pond himself. His shorts fit him in a much more comfortable manner than he initially remembered, stopping about midway down his knees while the clothing was not too baggy nor to tight. Admittedly, he had only tried the shorts on over a pair of boxers before now, which was probably why he thought they would be a little tighter than this.

Smiling a little at DC as he walked into the pond, the teen was relieved to find that the water was just the temperature he had hoped it would be. Not too hot, not too warm, merely a pleasant temperature that almost mirrored the temperature of the general outdoor environment.

“So then, just how deep is it?” The teen questioned as he began to slowly wade in, finding only the upper half of his lightly athletic, mildly pale body was able to be seen not long after he had begun stepping into the body of water.

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“Actually, I’m not sure how deep it is.” At this point, DC had wandered farther into the water and it hit her partway up her stomach. “All I know is that it gets to be too deep for me to touch out there.” She gestured to the center. “I’m going to check it out.”

Holding her breath, DC took a few strides deeper and without warning dove under the water’s shimmering surface. She opened her eyes but found it difficult to see. The water was far from being perfectly clear, and naturally the light became even more limited as she swam deeper. Various aquatic plants began to brush at her skin as she moved past them, both slimy and feathery against her skin. Realizing she was not going to determine the depth of the pond unless she happened to go deep enough to touch it, DC decided to resurface.

A few quick strokes took her back towards the shallower water. “It’s deep,” she reported to Chris matter-of-factly, pulling a loose strand of a weed off her shoulder and tossing it to the side. “And murky. I couldn’t even see the bottom.” Out of habit DC toyed with the end of her ponytail, now sleek and compact from the water.

“So have you been camping since you arrived in Furoh, or staying in hotels? Or a mix of both?” DC asked Chris out of curiosity. “I have sort of a home-base with my aunt in Arasam now, but when I first arrived here… Well I don’t own a tent, so let’s just say I spent a lot of nights sleeping under the stars. And occasionally in Pokémon Centers if they had a vacant couch or chair.”

DC wasn’t really sure why she was asking so many questions, or telling Chris so many useless facts about her life for that matter. She figured it must have something to do with how human company was not in abundance for her lately. There was of course her aunt and uncle, but there was something about having someone around her age to talk to that felt refreshing.


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So she’s swam across he pond, but she has no idea how deep it is? Man, it must be pretty deep then, considering she mustn’t have touched it’s base when she crossed it. Well that would make sense, we have been fishing in it after all, our lines had to extend down somewhere.

Nodding as DC indicated she’d check just how deep the pond was, Chris waded a little further into the lake until he found himself to be pretty much chest high in the lightly murky, but otherwise colourless liquid. Making a mental note to ensure he didn’t accidentally end up swallowing any of the water, the teen began to swim a little, using a simple breast stroke while he attempted to get a gauge of just how much water he had to swim into in the horizontal dimension. He didn’t swim far however, so that DC should be able to find him quickly when she resurfaced. That being said, Chris had soon realised that while the pond was spacious, it was hardly absolutely massive, so finding each other wouldn’t really be problem, plus, a buoyant human shouldn’t be too hard to distinguish in a body of water. Seemingly, that concern was verging towards pointless.

Turning back towards the shore as he heard the splashes which dictated his new acquaintance’s return to the surface, the Hoenn-born male was admittedly just a tad surprised to find that she couldn’t see the bottom. Was the pond really that deep, or was the not-so transparent water simply obscuring her vision? More than likely, it was a combination of the two, though that didn’t really matter right now. Astrala and DC between them had already confirmed that there were no Pokémon left in the lake.

Seeing DC nonchalantly play with her ponytail as she posed a question for him to answer, Chris immediately found himself raising his right to check whether he had removed his headband from his hair, before he had entered the pond, being relieved to find that he hadn’t done. Having his hair get wet lead it to simply become as straight as it could possibly be, leading it to be significantly longer than usual, making it quite the annoyance when his bangs decided so simply cling to the front of his face. Tucking said section of hair underneath the black piece of material with both hands as he gently allowed his legs to assist his buoyancy by gently swaying back and forth alternately, Chris began to answer DC’s question, for now suppressing a slowly growing urge to enquire just why she had been asking him so many questions since he had arrived here, simply putting it down to her being in a situation similar to him regarding being cut off from human contact for a while. Well, she was asking, may as well entertain her, not that Chris minded of course.

“Well, to be honest I’ve not actually stayed at a Pokémon Center or Hotel at all yet, camped outside each night I’ve been here. Just me, my sleeping bag, and the stars. Well, sometimes a tree top, and a cave ceiling on one occasion. I probably should buy a tent some time soon…”

Trailing off a little with a gentle chuckle, Chris turned his attention back over to his Pokémon by the fire just to check on them quickly, noting that not only were the two asleep, but both of their noses were currently against each other. Well, that may well end up being quite the ‘talking’ point later dependant upon who wakes up first.

“I’m not so lucky in the ‘home-base’ department. As I said before, or I think I did anyway, as far as my family is aware I’m the first of us to set foot in this region, so aside from my Pokémon, I’m pretty much alone up here.”

Having turned his head back to DC midway having resumed his answer, Chris couldn’t help but suddenly realise that what he had just said wasn’t entirely true. He wasn’t ‘alone up here’, not by a long shot, which caused him to rather suddenly, not so much blurt out a reply, nor say rather hastily. No, it wasn’t the tone of his voice that was off, or even how he felt, something just seemed a little, off.

“Well, I was alone, anyway.”

It took him a few seconds to click on what was wrong, but eventually Chris realised just what he had said. He certainly did have his way with words at times, or rather words had their way with him…

“Literally in the sense that you’re here, I’m not expecting you to stick with me and travel around Furoh, obviously, I’m sure you’ve got much better things to do than travel around with someone you’ve only known for a couple of hours.”

Now, this very much was a blurted out reply. It certainly looked like Chris’ ability to talk to the opposite sex hadn’t improved drastically since when he came to Furoh, not by a long shot. Thankfully, his body itself had kept enough subconscious control to prevent the teen’s head slipping underwater, which would have only added to his current instant sense of embarrassment…

Ever since his early teens, the young adult would find the occasionally difficulty when he said something that had the potential of being misinterpreted to those of the female gender, particularly those possessing a few beautiful qualities such as the one before him, even should the female he’s talking to not say anything in regard to what he said. Still, he was a little better with dealing with the immediate aftermath of ‘loosing his cool’ than he was all those years ago, as suggested by the seemingly instantly calmer, more confident tone of his voice when he continued talking after a brief pause.

“That being said, if you’re looking for someone to travel with you, I wouldn’t mind at all.”

Now that the talking side of things was over, Chris simply sat, well, floated there, and awaited DC's reply. Even though he had regained his composure somewhat, part of him was still worrying about just how she would react to what he had said, while another part was hoping she'd literally just blank it out completely. Mainly, however, the teen simply found himself thinking that what he said was what he had said, there was no changing that, he'd just have to deal with however the copper ponytailed girl reacted when the time came.
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In general, DC did not trust people very much, whether she’d known them for a while or not. Chris seemed to be a normal and decent person, and there were not any red flags waving as far as his personality went. Before she was a trainer, DC would have balked at his idea, simply because she did not know the young man well enough for it to be completely safe to travel with him. But at this point in her life she was less cautious, mainly because she had Devil to protect her. The Charmeleon could quite easily defeat a human being if one were to threaten DC. Not that she expected Chris to be that sort of human being that attacks others, but one cannot judge a person with full accuracy upon just meeting them. If Chris had been a trainer with incredibly powerful Pokémon that could render hers helpless, DC would have felt uncomfortable travelling with him. However, she was confident that Devil could take care of any sort of threat he was capable of posing. Again, DC was not assuming that Chris was going to rob her or something, but caution had saved her from catastrophes in the past, so she wasn’t about to abandon it.

Caution aside, DC knew she’d enjoyed Chris’s company so far. She was also flattered that he liked her enough to want to spend more time with her. This could be a good thing for me, she thought to herself. Sometimes I feel like I’m a little rusty as far as interacting with people goes. Having a new human friend would be nice.

“If you’re heading towards Arasam, which I’m assuming you are based on our current location, we should definitely head there together. I can show you around the city, and I know of a few places you could stay if you’d like a break from camping for a bit.” DC partially felt as though she should be hospitable enough to offer Chris one of her aunt’s spare rooms. She obviously had no idea if Chris was doing well financially, but she did know that there was no way she herself could afford a hotel room, which was why it was so fortunate she was able to stay with her Aunt Susie. But seeing as they had just met, DC felt as though it would be awkward to extend such an offer to Chris. That, and she was not sure how Uncle Felix would react if she brought a young male home. He’d certainly read into it too much and draw the wrong conclusions at the very least.

“As far as further travels go, I’m planning to stay around Arasam until I earn a badge from the gym. We could help each other prepare for our gym challenges, if you’re interested. After Arasam’s gym, I’m honestly not sure where I’m going to head next. Most likely I’ll go to a city that has another gym. I suppose I’ll cross that bridge when I get there.” DC figured that by the time she managed to beat Arasam’s gym, she would either be good friends with Chris or not. If they did hit it off, they could decide then whether they wanted to travel together and where they should go. And if not, they could simply go their separate ways. Nothing to lose there.

“I don’t know about you,” DC commented to Chris, “but I think I’m ready for lunch.” She began to swim leisurely towards the shore. She could tell that Devil was getting to be hungry also. Even from a distance, DC saw that the Charmeleon was giving her “that look”, and before long he’d make vocal complaints of hunger, if not simply raid her backpack himself for sustenance.


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“Yeah, I’d planned on heading up to Arasam after this anyhow, I need to stock up on supplies. A break from camping would also be pretty nice I suppose. I’ve almost forgotten what a mattress feels like.”

That gesture of light-heartedness made it abundantly clear that Chris was now completely over his little ‘escapade’, since he was now fully aware that DC wasn’t overly concerned about it herself. Now, should she have even brought up the earlier incident, even in a relatively light hearted manner, Chris would have no doubt succumbed to his already revealed weakness to talking to the opposite gender in potentially awkward situations. However, now that the incident was clearly nothing more than a memory, Chris’ previous confidence had returned, thankfully.

“In all honesty, I don’t really have any travel plans as such, all I know is that me and my Pokémon need to train. Where we train doesn’t really matter, we simply develop both in strength and battle tactics.”

Pausing a little as he got his thoughts together, Chris soon continued his reply to DC’s offer. Again, he was still speaking in his usual confident, though hardly ‘in-your-face’ tone of voice, just the average tone of a male his age really.

“As much as we may not want to admit it, me and my Pokémon still essentially beginners, both in terms of experience and strength. Training with you and your Pokémon, who have both of those qualities, would probably be the best idea for us really, though I’m not sure whether or not we’ll make a Gym Challenge while we’re up there just yet.”

Seeing as how he was nowhere near any level of hunger, it wasn’t that surprising that Chris found himself just a little confused when DC stated that she was ready for something to eat. Did she eat really early or something? Or did she simply not have that much to eat when she did? Truth be told, that didn’t really matter, but since Chris wasn’t hungry himself, he wasn’t exactly going to stuff himself unnecessarily. Plus, he was certain by now that he didn’t have that much food in his bag to begin with. He wasn’t quite at the rationing stage supplies wise, but eating when he didn’t need to was certainly out of the question.

“Nah, I’m not really that hungry in all honesty. Think I’ll just kind of linger around here a little.”

Switching his position so that he was floating on his back with a quick yet controlled shift of his body weight, Chris soon found himself lost in thought as he began to float around the pond, his legs gently swaying subconsciously to keeping himself moving. He had really missed the water since he came to Furoh from Hoenn, most of the routes back home had at least some form of small body of water on them, even the mainland routes, but here in Furoh, where Chris had been at least, there had been nothing but forest, or open field. Maybe he’d just took the wrong routes, but either way this place definitely had a different feel to it from Hoenn.

However, differences in regions were only a segment of what was occupying Chris’ mind at the moment. What was also occupying his mind was the strength of the trainers he had seen around this place. Every time he had seen a Pokémon out of it’s Poke Ball, it had not once been in it’s first evolutionary form, unless it was a Pokémon that simply didn’t evolve. DC was the first trainer besides himself that Chris knew in Furoh that had Pokémon who hadn’t evolved if they were capable of doing so, but it was even apparent to Chris that she was much stronger, both in the literal and mental sense, than your average-joe rookie trainer, while he on the other hand, very much fell into the category.

Yes, it’s obvious we need to strengthen ourselves, and a Gym Battle is a good test of one’s strength and a way to decide where you need to improve, but I’m not too sure whether even I as a trainer have been battling long enough to even think of challenging the mind of a Gym Leader, never mind the fact we're probably weaker than the vast majority of the trainers in this region. I started battling a heck of a lot later than most, but even then it was only the odd battle with an inexperienced trainer like himself, a seasoned Gym Leader would be a completely different thing. I guess it’s just a case of wait and see what I’m like when it comes DC making her Gym Challenge.

Turning his head to his right as he observed DC exiting the pond, remaining on his back as he observed her retrieve what appeared to be no more than a sandwich and a bottle of water, Chris turned his attention skyward as he began to simply ponder his future here in this region. Would he and DC end up travelling together for a little while after they trained in Arasam, or would the female’s Gym Challenge essentially result in their goodbye? Or would they say their farewells earlier? He couldn’t say for sure, but either way, it looked like Chris did have an immediate course of action at least, which did help. For now, however, all he needn’t do anything. His legs didn’t even need to support him right now, they needed a break more than any other part of his body after the progress he had made around this region in such a short time, and the water beneath him was gifting them that break. He had the opportunity to relax a little, and he was going to take it, just like his Pokémon were. If even Fenrir was allowing himself to doze off, it was certainly clear that a brief bit of respite was needed, at least from the physical side of things. At the moment, it was all about the laying out plans for the future in his mind.
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The water on DC’s skin had already dried before she was even halfway finished with her sandwich. This was of course due to the sun, which was brighter and hotter at this point, while still remaining pleasant. After DC and her Pokémon ate their food, DC was content to bask in the warmth for a while, just as Chris appeared to be content floating around in the water. So she remained there for the time being, sprawled out on the ground, belly soaking up the opaque golden light. It was as though DC could not quite decide whether to nap or not. Her eyes opened and closed periodically, and she tried to opt out of thinking, but her mind wandered as it always did. She couldn’t help feeling a slight, unexplained curiosity about Chris. Unless he changed his mind about travelling with her, DC would be seeing him often, and it would be interesting to see if they would morph from acquaintances to having a solid friendship.

Devil reclined next to DC, close but not touching her. His glinting eyes flicked back and forth across the landscape, and his flame tipped tail occasionally lifted up and thumped back down in the dirt. Although he was relaxed, it was clear that the Charmeleon was beginning to feel bored. DC sighed. This was typical of Devil. He simply could not seem to go for too long without some sort of action. Battles were preferable, but even some training would suffice. Back when he was a Charmander, Devil ran around and caused havoc to entertain himself at times like this. But at least now he was more mature and less prone to hyperactive outbursts. Perhaps he felt that as a Charmeleon he should behave with more dignity. Whatever the cause, DC certainly was not complaining about his new-found ability to control himself. Still, she hated to see Devil so bored, and resolved to seek out a team around their level to pit him against in the near future.

DC allowed her eyes to close for a moment, but they quickly snapped open as her ears picked up the sound of voices. She sat up and brushed some of the dirt off her back, looking to pinpoint the source of the noise. As always, Devil beat her to it. He was staring intently at the path along the water’s edge, and when DC’s gaze followed his she saw two people walking towards her. They were not close enough to discern many details, but what DC could see that it was a male and a female, and they appeared to be holding hands. Their voices were loud in the carefree sort of way that suggested they were hardly aware of any lives in the world besides their own. DC was annoyed that the pair had pierced the serene atmosphere, but there wasn’t much she could do besides wait for them to walk closer.

Perhaps walk was not the right term to use. The couple seemed to bounce cheerfully along the path. And these two were most definitely an item, no doubt there. Their fingers were indeed laced together, and they only let go of each other’s hands when the male reached over to snake his arm around his companion’s waist, palm drifting toward her hip. As they drew closer still, DC decided to herself that they were around her age, perhaps a bit older, and were most definitely not the outdoorsy types. Or at least the female wasn’t. She was wearing a dress, white of all colors, which seemed just a touch too nice to be a casual dress. A wide-brimmed hat shielded her admittedly pretty face from the sun. Her male counterpart was dressed in lower maintenance clothing and at a glance looked like the sort of person who spent some time working out in a gym, but did not fully commit to it either. He carried a rather large picnic basket and a fishing rod in his spare hand, but what piqued DC’s interest was the telltale red and white of a Pokéball attached to his belt. DC took another glance at the female and as she’d expected, there appeared to be a Pokéball nestled inside her small handbag.

DC decided to avert her eyes as the couple ambled close enough to be able to tell she was watching them. Although it probably would not have mattered if she continued to look at them, for they seemed to be oblivious to her presence.

“Wow Brett, this is such a beautiful spot for lunch!” the female gushed, gazing up at her partner with doe-eyes.

In response he kissed her. DC did not have to look to know this, for she could hear the telltale smacking sounds. She couldn’t stop herself from grimacing slightly.

“And the weather is simply perfect today!”

“Well sweetheart,” replied the male, “there’s no way the weather could be anything but perfect. Not with you and I around. The combination of us makes everything perfect.”

More kissing noises ensued, this time with the sort of wet quality that suggested some tongue action was happening.

“Excuse me while I projectile vomit,” DC muttered with a roll of her eyes, pointedly facing in the opposite direction of the couple. It was unlikely they’d heard her, but at this point they had to have at least noticed she was there, and were simply ignoring her, or worse still, perhaps putting on a show because they knew they had an audience. What better way to spend an afternoon than to shove your relationship in some innocent stranger’s face? DC hoped they would leave soon. The situation was becoming quite awkward. But fate was simply not that kind. The proud boyfriend set the basket and fishing rod on the ground beside his feet and resumed the passionate embrace full-throttle.

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Now, as much as Chris was all for people letting themselves go once in a while, he felt it wasn’t particularly necessary for people to broadcast their presence in a manner to which the whole world could hear. As loud as the voices may well have been however, determining who was making them was in fact not the first port of call for the teenage male’s eyes however, not at all. In fact, what Chris had intended to check up on was the activity of a certain, small grey canine.

Having heard the noises a lot earlier due to their trainer, both Fenrir and Heruga had awoken from their slumber and were now both intently scanning the area where the not-so-welcome noise was coming from, the two Pokémon having both adopted fully upright, alert positions. Not for the first time in his life, during one the few times he had actually allowed himself to take a rest, some kind of completely unnecessary disturbance had deprived Fenrir of that very liberty, something which the wolf-like Pokémon most certainly wasn’t too happy about, never mind his trainer.

Still, it wasn’t up to Chris to interfere in other people’s social lives. Who was he to interfere with people enjoying themselves? He’d let this slide, no doubt about that, he was hardly the kind to get involved in an argument to begin with anyway, but it was already clear that this pond wasn’t going to maintain it’s tranquil atmosphere regardless of his friendly, forgiving nature. In fact, tranquillity had left long ago…

Giving up on continuing the physical relaxation he had previously been quite happy to continue, Chris soon rotated his body and began a steady forward-crawl towards the edge of pond, before moving his body towards an upright position and wading back towards dry land. As the water began to drip from his upper-body and hair, Chris couldn’t help but cringe as he heard the ever-so cheesy lines he thought were only mentioned in the likes of romantic movies and T.V. shows. Not once had he imagined he’d hear the likes of “The combination of us makes everything perfect” in reality. Evidently, he was mistaken.

Urgh… I don’t know whether I want to laugh, cry, throw up, or some combination of the three…

Now completely on dry land, Chris made a point of heading straight over to his Pokémon, Fenrir in particular, and sat down right next to the now completely dry, fur covered animal before muttering his name quietly. Turning his attention to Chris as he heard his name being called, the obvious reaction, Fenrir was rather understandably surprised to see that his trainer was merely staring right into his eyes, though he did click on to what was going on after a couple of seconds. The two partners maintaining this contact for quite a while due to the Pokémon’s confusion, and Chris’ joint disapproval and disbelief of what he was seeing. Just what was it that he saw? A pair of eyes with yellow sclera which were quite clearly bloodshot.

Now, Chris was willing to a fair amount of responsibility for Fenrir’s current condition, since he hadn’t been particularly demanding over the little canine getting his rest, but he knew for a fact that this morning at least, Fenrir’s eyes were not in this state. He had been routinely checking this of a morning, out of fear of this eventuality happening, though it had never actually occurred up until this point. In fact, they had rather surprisingly been in what appeared to be a pristine condition. Now though, the state of Fenrir’s eyes were quite simply horrific. The edges of his sclera were getting close to the same shade of red that his iris’ were.

Remaining silent, Chris stood up and walked relatively quickly over to the jeans which were still hung on the fire, passing off the noisy couple’s senseless romantic ramblings and signs of affection as background noise, before dethatching Fenrir’s Poké Ball and taking the necessary course of action, returning the Pokémon whether he wanted to or not. Given the way the ball did not shake in the slightest in an argumentative manner once the Poochyena had been returned, it was crystal-clear to Chris that Fenrir was either exhausted up until the point where he couldn’t argue, or that he was simply agreeing with his trainer that he needed rest. Either way, given Fenrir’s tenacity, he didn’t doubt in the slightest that the Dark-type was running on empty.

“Oh Brett, look! It looks like we’re not the only ones here!”

Seemingly having finally detached their mouths at least from each other, the lady of the eccentric-defining couple across the lake had finally decided that she was going to notice the presence of DC and Chris, though that didn’t really stop her from clinging all over her male companion, something Chris didn’t really notice given the way he was simply ignoring the presence of the two lovebirds.

On the other hand, Heruga was simply glaring at the two strangers with all but malicious intent. She too had caught a glimpse of Fenrir’s current state when she had awoken, and she wasn’t too happy about being awakened from her slumber herself. Just like Chris, she had her reasons for not being particular fond of these two, though unlike her trainer, she had no problems of portraying her thoughts through her actions.

Oooooh! Just look at that Houndour Brett! It’s so feisty! Do you think whichever one that owns it will let me buy it off of them?” The female continued, the way she had posed her statement not fooling Chris for a second. The volume of her voice, even from this side of the pond, she wanted him to hear that question, and for it to be taken as more of a demand.

“Of course they would my dear Alexandra who could say no to that pretty face of yours? No one, that’s who!” The male, apparently by the name of Brett, replied to his partner Alexandra’s ‘question’ as the two met each other it yet another ‘overly-warm’ embrace, thankfully keeping their duelling tongues and lips out of the scenario this time, his voice very much of a similar volume. Really, if these two were going to even call this an ‘act’, they could at least make it vaguely believable…

“You two, across the pond! Greetings!” Brett called, the fact that his voice now actually seemed to be quieter than when he was having his conversation with Alexandra, even though the two were meant to only be addressing each other, serving as a testament to just how loud the two had been ‘discussing’ earlier. “My stunningly, beautifully, perfect partner over here is intereste-“

Before Brett could even finish his request, he was interrupted by a rather small, but nether the less burst of flames shooting about midway across the pond separating the two pairs of trainers, the smoke trailing from Heruga’s nostrils being a tell tale sign of just where they had originated. Seemingly, the Houndour wasn’t taking too kindly to being treated like some kind of object. In all honesty, her trainer wasn’t particularly too happy about the way his Pokémon was being treated either.

“Funnily enough, the two of us managed to hear your discrete little chat quite clearly from this side of the pond, so we’ve already got an answer.” Chris stated rather coldly, his rather expressionless face showing that he did still have quite a fair amount of self control despite the treatment of his Pokémon. Truth be told, if Chris didn’t really have the usually more relaxed personality he had, he probably would have ‘hit the wall’ by now. Fortunately though, the teen did have quite the decent amount of self control, though it was clear that he was anything but happy right now.

“Brett darling, I thought you told me no-one could say no to me?” Alexandra whined, or rather pouted, pulling a face reminiscent to that of a begging canine Pokémon as she looked up to her somewhat built-up boyfriend.

“You did make it abundantly clear that I have quite monetary wealth, did you not? All he has to do is name his pri-“

Now deciding it was the female’s turn to be cut off mid sentence, a rather eerie, spine-shivering growl easily distinguishable as Heruga’s following soon after, it should’ve become clear as day that this little ‘negotiation’ was getting absolutely nowhere, though judging by the flabbergasted look that Chris was receiving from the female now, along with the glare Brett was sending in his direction, to which the longer-haired male rather nonchalantly shrugged to in reply before proceeding to check on the condition of his pretty much completely dry clothes, this situation was far from being resolved.

No doubt Mr Muscle would step up to defend his ‘stunningly, beautifully perfect partner’ if this continued, though Chris was quietly confident that he wouldn’t be alone should that happen. Given the way that D.C. had been looking anywhere but towards the item across the pond, she was far from satisfied with the pair's presence herself.

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