Naga started to twitch. There was something clearly bothering him but Kaiser tried not to mention anything, preferring not to distract the Dragonite while he worked. The Dragonite was careful in cleaning up the wound. He had asked Kaiser to wash the blood away so he could get a better look. Upon close inspection it appeared to be a rather deep cut. It was sharp and clean, clearly inflicted by some kind of blade. Naga tried to think of what could have done such a thing. Naturally his first thought was that it was a Primal Pokemon, but then he began to wonder what happened to it. If it was a Primal Pokemon, was it still around? Did Darkrai take it out before he fell as well? Naga didn’t sense anything, but the thought had nagged at his mind for a while. He tried, but he couldn’t shake the thought or the feeling that the Pokemon was still around, and was probably close by.
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Maxwell slumped back on the bench, panting heavily. After running for quite some time Axel finally decided to give in. Axel sat on the bench. He tried to sit next to his partner, but the Serperior slipped his way between them like the snake he is. The Zoroark sighed, his hair bristling as it would when he was angry. He was clearly annoyed. Axel was never one to hide his emotions under normal circumstances.
Virgil laughed at his brother’s surrender, patting him on the shoulder. Axel’s body stiffened at Virgil’s touch. Axel would have kept going if the Pikachu wasn’t so exhausted.
Honestly, that rat can’t run for anything more than a minute. He took a deep breath and chuckled under his breath. The Pikachu was never the athletic type, and even as a Pokemon he majorly lacked in stamina.
“So, brother. How have you been?” Each word rolled off of the snake’s tongue like poison, seeping into the Zoroark and making him sick to the core. The caring tone in his voice was genuine, but the sour bitterness of the Serperior’s voice made him shudder. The Zoroark considered running, but he didn’t want to leave his partner behind. He quickly glanced past Virgil to see Max was recovering quickly. That was one of the good things about Max. No matter how bad things got he always managed to bounce back.
Axel smiled, but his sight was obstructed by the Serperior again. “What’s wrong brother?”
“Huh?” The Zoroark frowned and bit the inside of his lip, his sharp canines digging deep into the corner of his mouth.
“You didn’t answer me brother.” Virgil’s soft smile didn’t reflect the same emotions as his eyes. Their shining red pierced through the Zoroark, their sharp glare like knives, slowly pressing their way into him. If looks could kill.
The Zoroark looked way and muttered something under his breath, but the Serperior didn’t quite hear him.
“What’s that?”
“I’m fine…” The Zoroark mumbled. The Serperior smiled, barely able to make out what he said.
“That’s good.” The Serperior grinned, he glared over his shoulder to check on Max. The Pikachu was still breathing heavily, but quietly now. The Pikachu stared the Serperior straight in the eye and didn’t show any signs of discomfort. That was what bothered Virgil the most. Almost everyone he had met would avoid looking him directly in the eye, but the Pikachu would make eye contact without a problem.
Maxwell was unaffected by the Serperior’s gaze for reasons even he didn’t understand. He began to believe that he could see a person’s true being, their true emotions and intentions just by looking into their eyes. Of course, even he thought that sounded foolish, so he never brought it up…but to put it in the best words, he believed a person’s eyes were like windows into their soul.
The Serperior growled slightly at the mouse Pokemon, turning his attention back to the Zoroark.
“So, brother, what would you like to do now?”
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Eric found himself the residential zone, standing at the edge of a large park. He pulled his hood over his head, walking on by, ignoring the shouts and squeals of the children playing around. He was about to pass the park when he noticed a small child playing with a doll that closely resembled a Cubone…or perhaps, a baby Kangaskhan?
Eric stared a little bit from a distance, trying to decide whether this was just a coincidence or if it was based on the real thing. Did humans know about Pokemon? He heard a whirring in his head. Erin was becoming agitated, but she wasn’t sure why.
“Erin?”
Something is wrong… Erin replied.
The little girl was sat on a short stone column that was built into the pavement. They were set up as a defense in case someone attempted to drive a car onto the pavement.
She was swinging her legs and holding the doll tightly, playing with it’s ears when Eric spoke.
“Huh?” She said quietly, looking at the boy who was still staring, whether he was conscious of it or not.
Eric stared blankly at her and Kiara was beginning to panic. Why was he staring at her like that? Should she run? He didn’t look old, in fact, he looked about the same age as some children who were playing in the park. Sure they were older, but they weren’t quite adults either. She clutched the plush toy closer, wondering whether it was safe to talk to this boy or not. Her aunt had let her go out on her own so she wasn’t around to tell her what to do.
The young girl looked down and pretended not to notice the boy who was talking to himself.
Eric hadn’t noticed the girl returning his glare, he was conversing with Erin about the threat she sensed. He was about to walk away and end the talk when he saw what she was worried about. A navy blue Scyther was hidden in the tree tops, looking down at the children in the park. It looked hurt, but capable of fighting. In fact, it looked just about ready to turn. It tensed up, ready to pounce when Eric made his move.
“ERIN!” He shouted, raising his hand as the mechanical beast made it’s presence known.
Kiara had looked up and was shocked to see the strange machine, falling off of the pillar and onto her side. She whimpered in pain, sniffling as she started to cry, holding her elbow.
The machine clicked and whirred as the gears on it’s arms began to spin rapidly.
“Gear Grind!” Eric shouted, pointing at the Scyther, fingers stretched. Erin jumped forward and grabbed the Scyther before he could escape. She caught him between the gears and spun them faster, crushing the Scyther between them.
The bug type screeched, it’s fiery eyes ablaze. His Scythes then began to glow. It managed to wriggle free a little, throwing one of his scythes up, throwing a massive vertical crescent of energy with his Razor Wind attack. What didn’t hit Erin continued to travel, carving a large dent into the building opposite. It quickly attracted attention. People rushed to their windows to see, but it was difficult to see what it came from. They could narrowly make out some kind of fight among the foliage. One thing appeared to carry swords and the other had strange, spiked equipment. It was far too big, fast and maneuverable for them to immediately identify it as a machine.
Eric hated that, when people merely referred to her as a machine or robot. However, it was mostly true. Little do they know about her life though. She was forged from the soul of an organic Pokemon. In fact, the gem on it’s head was the source of it’s conscience and personal thoughts. Once that is removed, she dies. Simply put anyway. She had two other similar gems on her arms, but those are only placed to amplify the thoughts of the original, giving the Pokemon complete, free control over the metal body he had given her.
“Erin! Finish this!” He shouted, noticing the eyes peering down at them.
Erin prepared to attack, unfazed by the Razor Wind. She raised her arms but was hit hard with a flurry of Fury Swipes, stunning her.
Run!
Eric didn’t ignore her plea. If she asked him to run, there was a good reason. He got ready to run when he noticed the girl. His conscious nagged at him to help her, but he couldn’t understand why. He stood there for a little bit, looking completely absorbed in his thoughts.
Eric! The metal beast shrieked as it was thrown into the pavement, leaving scratches, dents and cracks into the stone slabs.
Eric panicked, grabbing the girl by instinct and running. Kiara was shocked and struggled to pick herself up. She held on tightly to her plush’s hand, running as fast as her legs could carry her.
Erin produced a short, broken noise that somewhat resembled a growl. It picked itself up, the lower ring of it’s body was completely detached from her so she was able to use it to attack from a distance. She threw it forward, spinning it like a boomerang. The Scyther easily evaded it, continuing his Fury Swipe attack.
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Dialga’s eyes glowed dimly as the Reshiram called. He couldn’t react in time to avoid the white dragon and was almost pushed off of his chair by the Reshiram’s tackle.
Dialga and Victor were both rather shocked by the appearance of the duo. Dialga instinctively raised his hands and lightly grabbed Reshiram’s arms, wrapped across his chest. “H-hi.” He said, quietly, directing his voice to the Reshiram behind him.
He tried to gently tried to free himself from Reshiram’s grasp. Victor sighed and stared at Dialga, thinking about how the Steel type would revert back to his usual, closed self.
The Cacturne’s gaze slowly drifted towards the Zekrom. The black dragon didn’t seem so happy about the situation. He was carrying a lot of boxes and bags so he imagined that Reshiram was having some fun and messing around in this human world. If that was the case, then Zekrom got the short end of the deal yet again. Victor rarely saw the two together, but from what he saw, Reshiram was the more dominant one, but Zekrom was the more defiant one.
It surely did confuse the dark type, but he never questioned their relationship. Victor had no siblings so he wouldn’t know, but based on what he heard from Dialga, brothers were definitely a bother. Victor smiled lightly, thinking about the idea of having a brother. He quickly pushed the thought from his mind, taking a sip from his drink.
Victor tipped his hat towards the Zekrom, his pale yellow eyes glimmering slightly as he looked out from under the shade cast by his hat.