oh man, they were right – that was another pokemon they smelled! this guy was probably a trainer, which… could be good? if he was as laid back as the rest of the people who had ended up on the island, maybe mew could… well, have another little piece of home here. that would be nice. they might even be friends.
the growlithe makes a “over here!” noise, and mew instinctively rears back slightly. even if they knew the culture was different here, it was hard to ignore thousands of years of ingrained responses to being seen.
they blink at the growlithe once more through the hole they’re peering out of, then lean to the side to reveal themselves to the trainer.
Honestly, he expected Growlithe’s nose to find something interesting to her tastes. In most recent weeks, she’d sniffed out fair shares of leftover snacks or small items that she could carry around and present proudly. On the offhand occasion, she’d come up with someone’s hat or shirt, which he found amusing, though nevertheless discarded. If he ever thought for one second she’d unearth what she did, he might’ve been more supportive of her silly endeavors and encouraged her searches long ago.
With the sight of Mew’s face falling into his line of vision, it’s almost as if the world around him shrinks, becomes irrelevant. Internally, he hears words of the past recited, playing against his mind as if they were freshly spoken.
Mew is a legendary Pokemon, one of the rarest and the most powerful! We’ve tried to find it over the years, but we’ve never come to find a trace of it, except for one time. Dr. Fuji, a good friend of mine, and his research team found a hair. I’m not sure what he did with it, but..I think he said he wanted to use it for..something..Ah, what was it? My old brain can’t rattle the answer! What remains though, is if you or Red ever managed to find that Pokemon, I think I’d be the proudest grandfather I could ever be. Everyone would think of it for the rest of time!
His breath hitches and pupils round themselves, expanding and honing in on the living fable. Nostrils flare, and from the inside, a compulsive desire engulfs itself in impulsive flames. Though he wasn’t at home, there was still fame, glory and respect waiting for him here, presenting itself. If he could catch that, then everyone would adore him. All the trainers on the island would be nothing compared to his accomplishments. Nothing but envious shadows in the contrast of his ever shining light. Not even Red could best him then.
“Flamethrower.” He coldly tosses the command at his Pokemon as he begins to shrug his jacket off. While she takes the go ahead, pries jaws open and sends a stream of flames to Mew, he watches them carefully. Despite not having any Pokeballs, he would manage to catch it, one way or another. And then they would all see the greatness and how he prevailed, but everyone else failed.
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