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// So, I have a little story to tell. Upon creating the Battle Buddies verse, one of the first things that popped into my head was the idea of Mania learning basic human culture and literacy by watching Sesame Street, often with Rosa the Togepi and a bunch of Goomy. Then this happened in like ten minutes while I waited for the start of my shift at work today. Sooooo I'm sharing because why not. //
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[Contact: Unknown]
[ text ] may i ask who this is??
[ text ] i mean its ok im just curious!
[ text ] ill be sure to give her an extra big hug 4 u, mystery person that cares about miss plumes 😘
The Fighter and the Doctor
Damien had found his room in one of the houses at Po Town. Closing the door behind him and dropping his duffle bag, Damien looked around and inspected the area.
Everything was shiny.
Polished to near perfection, Damien could see his reflection on the metal surfaces in the room. The lengths of whoever went to involving making things shiny was impressive, but the obvious meaning was not lost on the Fighter.
Huffing, he sat on the bed, before noticing a note on the nightstand. He picked it up and read it. Then his eyes widened, and his heart skipped a beat when he saw who wrote it...
A message is scrawled in near perfect cursive, folded and placed neatly upon each and every pillow for the participants.
𝐻𝑒𝓁𝓁𝑜, 𝐼 𝒽𝑜𝓅𝑒 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝑒𝓃𝒿𝑜𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎, 𝒷𝑒𝓁𝑜𝓌 𝒾𝓈 𝒶 𝓃𝓊𝓂𝒷𝑒𝓇 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒶𝒸𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓅𝑜𝒾𝓃𝓉 𝒾𝓃 𝓉𝒾𝓂𝑒, 𝓈𝒽𝑜𝓊𝓁𝒹 𝒶𝓃 𝒾𝓈𝓈𝓊𝑒 𝒶𝓇𝒾𝓈𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒹𝓊𝓇𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝓈𝓉𝒶𝓎. 𝒯𝒽𝒾𝓈 𝑔𝑜𝑒𝓈 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶𝓁𝓁 𝓅𝒶𝓇𝓉𝒾𝒸𝒾𝓅𝒶𝓃𝓉𝓈. 𝐼𝒻 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒻𝑒𝑒𝓁 𝒶𝓉 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝓅𝑜𝒾𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝒾𝓃 𝒹𝒶𝓃𝑔𝑒𝓇, 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝓉𝒶𝒸𝓉 𝓂𝑒 𝒾𝓂𝓂𝑒𝒹𝒾𝒶𝓉𝑒𝓁𝓎.
𝒮𝒾𝓃𝒸𝑒𝓇𝑒𝓈𝓉 𝑅𝑒𝑔𝒶𝓇𝒹𝓈, 𝒟𝓇. 𝐵𝓇𝒶𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓃 𝒮𝒸𝒽𝒶𝑒𝒹𝓁𝑒𝓇 𝓍𝓍𝓍-𝓍𝓍𝓍𝓍
Damien slowly set the note down on the night stand.
Dr. Branden Schaedler...
He was in here...
Flicking his head side to side, he went about of inspecting everything in the room. Toiletries, food, blankets, comfortors, pillows, mattresses, you name it, everything was unturned due to paranoia.
He even looked in the refrigerator.
Bottles of water.
Just like in Unova.
Scowling, he slowly shut the door.
It dawned on him. Branden polished everything in this room. Branden placed and made every bed and every bit of furniture. Branden placed those water bottles in the fridge.
Damien did the sensible thing and locked the door. Branden was smart. But two could play that game...
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“D-Dad?!” Lillie yelled, running out of the building as the fire alarm sounded. “D-Dad, what happened? Was it...was it a bomb? D-did a grunt do something stupid? Is Aether coming after us?-” Lillie’s ramblings were interrupted when she saw Branden’s arm. Oh. Oh, Arceus, that looked like it hurt. She ran over to him and winced when she got a closer look, backing up a little and averting her gaze. Too much blood made her...queasy, to say the least.
“Wh-what...what happened to your arm? Are you okay?”
What reason did it really have to hate Damien? Did it even hate him, or was it only embracing the echoes of Guzma’s feelings because it had no opinion of its own? Honestly, the more it watched, the more it only felt some disgusted form of pity towards the fighter. The energy both sides poured into this brawl...the rage and determination was the same, but the sources were so, so different.
Guzma fought for the family surrounding him.
Damien fought for no one but himself.
He really had no hope, in the end. Even if he somehow managed to win, he and his exhausted team would only be torn to pieces by the crowd--how could he claim to care for them so much when he threw them into this doom? It was all in his insane pursuit of respect, something he seemed to know nothing about.
Even the alien beast overhead seemed to understand what he did not:
nobody would look up to him if all he did was look down on them.
Though honestly, what choice did he have? There could be no mercy for him, not after everything he had done, so what could he really do but fight for his life? For his team’s lives. Guzma was hardly forgiving, and only tried to be when he had to, as far as it could tell, so what chance did anyone who had hurt him so deeply have?
...
Oh.
Maybe that was why the beast felt so uncomfortable watching the two teams of Pokémon tear into each other. Sure, it was here, it was allowed to be here, but...it didn’t fit. It was a menace that had been corralled, placated with the lure of battle, but it could not be like the six Pokémon throwing themselves against the enemy with all their hearts. As strong as the tie to Guzma’s mind within its own became, it wasn’t the same.
They fought because they trusted and loved him.
It fought because it had nothing else.
In the back of its mind, it could feel the prickling of hate, of long-smothered fear whenever Guzma looked at it. Maybe he left it be because he liked the idea of the extra power on his team at his call, or maybe because Branden had asked him to--though honestly, it was surprised the doctor hadn’t tried drugging and dissecting it yet for everything it had put his beloved through. He had more reason than anyone aside from Guzma himself to want to cause it harm, but so far he had been nothing but civil. It had seen enough of Guzma’s memories to know what could hide behind that civility, though, which only served to be more confusing. Was it because it wore Guzma’s face? Would Branden have acted by now if it remained in its beast form? It knew Guzma didn’t trust it, and that his Pokémon would probably never trust it, but the Angel was still a mystery.
And that was...frightening.
They couldn’t treat it as a Pokémon, and it couldn’t really try to be one, because it just wasn’t. It wasn’t a Pokémon, wasn’t a child, wasn’t a person. It was something in between, caught in a strange grey area that nature had never taken into account.
At least Damien knew what he was. He had no one and nothing because he chose to. Because he had the choice to take things for granted and push people away. He did this to himself, wasted his life on this madness. Son of a bitch.
Maybe it had reason to hate him after all.
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i had to post this ok it’s very good
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Delphox was outside the living quarters and on the streets of Po Town. He knew that participants’ Pokemon were not allowed to roam the streets without their Pokemon before the tournament, but seeing as how Damien had been in a spot of bother ever since he arrived, the caster couldn’t sit idly by and see another Unova incident happen.
Damien had calmed down after Plumeria talked to him, and was capable of handling himself again, yet Delphox needed to have a word with Branden.
While Delphox was less prone to violence than Damien was, he often preferred a pleasant conversation to discuss things. Seeing that the medic was a psychic, he would no doubt be privy to a discussion rather than a conflict.
Delphox had found himself in front of the Apothecary, near the tournament participants’ residences. Delphox took his wand and knocked on the door with it.
Delphox would hope Branden wouldn’t play the same mind games with him as he did with Damien...
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"Thank, Arceus!", he sighed with relief. Not that the doctor did any less of a great job patching him up, but Yuri thought he had least had a right to now. His appearance and how he was presented to the public was a huge deal to Yuri, after all. He wasn’t going to allow malpractice or some angry ass hat ruin his livelihood.
"𝒩𝑜𝓉 𝓉𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓉𝓇𝓊𝓈𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊, 𝒹𝑜𝓀𝓉𝑜𝓇.", he said shifting back into his native language. "𝒴𝑜𝓊 𝒶𝓇𝑒 𝑜𝒷𝓋𝒾𝑜𝓊𝓈𝓁𝓎 𝒶𝓂𝒶𝓏𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝒶𝓉 𝓎𝑜𝓊𝓇 𝒸𝓇𝒶𝒻𝓉. 𝐼𝓉'𝓈 𝒿𝓊𝓈𝓉...𝒻𝒾𝑔𝓊𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝓀𝒶𝓉𝒾𝓃𝑔 𝓂𝑒𝒶𝓃𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓇𝓁𝒹 𝓉𝑜 𝓂𝑒. 𝐼 𝒹𝑜𝓃'𝓉 𝓌𝒶𝓃𝓉 𝓉𝑜 𝓇𝑒𝓉𝒾𝓇𝑒 𝓈𝑜 𝓈𝑜𝑜𝓃..."
Now came the inevitable part. Payment. Truth be told, his funds were drained quickly upon arriving to Aloala.
"𝒟𝑜𝓀𝓉𝑜𝓇, 𝓁𝒾𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃. 𝐼 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝓀𝓃𝑜𝓌 𝒽𝑜𝓌 𝓉𝑜 𝒸𝑜𝓃𝒻𝑒𝓈𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝒾𝓈, 𝒷𝓊𝓉 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃'𝓉 𝓅𝒶𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝓇𝒾𝑔𝒽𝓉 𝓃𝑜𝓌. 𝐼 𝒽𝒶𝓋𝑒 𝑜𝓃𝓁𝓎 𝒷𝑒𝑒𝓃 𝒾𝓃 𝒜𝓁𝑜𝒶𝓁𝒶 𝒻𝑜𝓇 𝒶 𝓌𝑒𝑒𝓀 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝐼 𝒶𝓂 𝒶𝓁𝓇𝑒𝒶𝒹𝓎 𝓁𝑜𝓌 𝑜𝓃 𝒸𝒶𝓈𝒽. 𝐼𝓈 𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒶𝓃𝓎 𝑜𝓉𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓌𝒶𝓎 𝐼 𝒸𝒶𝓃 𝓅𝑜𝓈𝓈𝒾𝒷𝓁𝓎 𝓅𝒶𝓎 𝓎𝑜𝓊 𝒷𝒶𝒸𝓀?"
