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No.
Rebeca.
No.
Rebeca, stop.
No. Rebeca tried very hard to ignore Mihkail’s insistent voice in her head as she pushed through crowd, the Rhyhorn following along behind her.
Rebeca, you’re being childish.
She whirled around, glaring at her brother. No, I am not. And I am not signing up for any stupid tournament with a bunch of attention seekers, now drop it Mihkail.
Mihkail growled in irritation. Fine. At least go up and see if they maybe have an opening. You never know. They could use extra help with security or something.
Rebeca’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. If this is a trick to get me to sign up…
Have I ever?
Yes.
Mihkail blinked. In anything other than food.
…No.
Well there you go. Besides, you thanked me after that time.
Rebeca gave the Rhyhorn a dark look as she turned and headed towards the administration desks, but even so she couldn’t help smiling just a little. I also spent the rest of that day squatting over a bush, so screw you.
A soft rumble like laughter issued from Mihkail’s throat as he followed her. That was your own fault. I didn’t tell you to eat all of it at once.
The pair made their way to the administration desk, and Rebeca caught the attention of one of the men sitting there. “Ah, are you here to register?” He glanced at the black lines running down her arms and up the sides of her neck. “Let me guess, you’re supposed to be Groudon?” He chuckled. “Normally Ms. Huang’s Porygon-Z is here to verify avatar identities, but they’re both currently with the other confirmed avatars. I’m afraid you’ll have to wait.”
Rebeca blinked, then shook her head. “Um, no. I just wanted to ask if there was any temp work or something that I could do.” She gestured to her arms. “These are just tattoos.”
“Oh.” The man blinked in surprise, then shrugged. “I’m sorry, it’s just that we’ve had five other people here today claiming to be the avatar for Groudon. Can you believe that? After the first three, you start getting skeptical.”
Rebeca grinned nervously, scratching at her arm. “Yeah, crazy. Guess some people will do just about anything to be famous.”
He squinted at her markings. “Though, I have to admit, those look pretty convincing. Must have been painful to have done, especially on the neck and elbows there.”
Well isn’t he an observant fellow.
Shut up. Shifting her weight back and forth, Rebeca glanced towards the crowd, some of whom were starting to give curious looks her way. “Um, is there anything I can do? I don’t exactly want people thinking I’m something I’m not.”
The man nodded. “Fair enough. Unfortunately,” he glanced around, his brow creased slightly, “I don’t think there’s anything we really need right now. Maybe when the festival is over, but we’re pretty solidly set up at the moment.” He smiled apologetically. “Sorry.”
Rebeca’s shoulders slumped, though whether it was in disappointment at striking out yet again or relief that he wasn’t pushing the subject, she couldn’t decide. “That’s alright. Thanks anyways.”
She was starting to make her way back into the crowd, Mihkail forging a path like a boat prow, when the man called out, “Hey! Wait a sec.” She froze, eyes flicking about the crowd. More people were looking her way, some of them starting to whisper and mutter between themselves.
Calm down, Rebeca. Just see what he wants.
Taking a deep breath, she turned around and faced the man as he approached her. “Sorry. You might want to try at the Ritzy Raichu, in the hotel just up the way.” He gestured further up the avenue. “I’m sure they could probably use another dishwasher or server, or something. If you’re interested.”
Rebeca released a pent-up breath. “Uh, sure, thanks.”
He grinned at her. “No problem.” He turned and waved to the whispering crowd. “Sorry folks, just somebody asking for directions!” He gave Rebeca a final wave as the attention almost immediately dispersed. “Enjoy the festival.”
She nodded. “Yeah, you too,” and turned in the direction indicated.
Behind her, Mihkail snorted. You totally thought he was going to out you.
Mihkail, so help me, I will kick you.
You did that once. It didn’t work so well.
-
The distance to the hotel wasn’t too far, even with the crowd, and there was a helpful map inside the hotel’s lobby that gave her the restaurant’s location. When she finally found it, however, she stopped cold. Sonuvabitch!
Mihkail growled questioningly at her outburst, then looked towards the restaurant. Okay, props to the human, that was clever.
Rebeca gritted her teeth. Mihkail, I am going to murder you.
Hey, you can’t pin this one on me. I had nothing to do with it.
You sent me up to that desk in the first place!
Gathered in front of the restaurant’s entrance were a few of the avatars from earlier, what looked like the mayor of Mauville City, given the large sash that he wore, a stern looking woman in a grey business suit, and what was probably the same Porygon-Z that had identified each of the avatars. Cursing under her breath, Rebeca spun on her heel and started walking back towards the hotel entrance.
Rebeca.
No.
Rebeca, stop.
No. Rebeca tried very hard to ignore Mihkail’s insistent voice in her head as she pushed through crowd, the Rhyhorn following along behind her.
Rebeca, you’re being childish.
She whirled around, glaring at her brother. No, I am not. And I am not signing up for any stupid tournament with a bunch of attention seekers, now drop it Mihkail.
Mihkail growled in irritation. Fine. At least go up and see if they maybe have an opening. You never know. They could use extra help with security or something.
Rebeca’s eyes narrowed suspiciously. If this is a trick to get me to sign up…
Have I ever?
Yes.
Mihkail blinked. In anything other than food.
…No.
Well there you go. Besides, you thanked me after that time.
Rebeca gave the Rhyhorn a dark look as she turned and headed towards the administration desks, but even so she couldn’t help smiling just a little. I also spent the rest of that day squatting over a bush, so screw you.
A soft rumble like laughter issued from Mihkail’s throat as he followed her. That was your own fault. I didn’t tell you to eat all of it at once.
The pair made their way to the administration desk, and Rebeca caught the attention of one of the men sitting there. “Ah, are you here to register?” He glanced at the black lines running down her arms and up the sides of her neck. “Let me guess, you’re supposed to be Groudon?” He chuckled. “Normally Ms. Huang’s Porygon-Z is here to verify avatar identities, but they’re both currently with the other confirmed avatars. I’m afraid you’ll have to wait.”
Rebeca blinked, then shook her head. “Um, no. I just wanted to ask if there was any temp work or something that I could do.” She gestured to her arms. “These are just tattoos.”
“Oh.” The man blinked in surprise, then shrugged. “I’m sorry, it’s just that we’ve had five other people here today claiming to be the avatar for Groudon. Can you believe that? After the first three, you start getting skeptical.”
Rebeca grinned nervously, scratching at her arm. “Yeah, crazy. Guess some people will do just about anything to be famous.”
He squinted at her markings. “Though, I have to admit, those look pretty convincing. Must have been painful to have done, especially on the neck and elbows there.”
Well isn’t he an observant fellow.
Shut up. Shifting her weight back and forth, Rebeca glanced towards the crowd, some of whom were starting to give curious looks her way. “Um, is there anything I can do? I don’t exactly want people thinking I’m something I’m not.”
The man nodded. “Fair enough. Unfortunately,” he glanced around, his brow creased slightly, “I don’t think there’s anything we really need right now. Maybe when the festival is over, but we’re pretty solidly set up at the moment.” He smiled apologetically. “Sorry.”
Rebeca’s shoulders slumped, though whether it was in disappointment at striking out yet again or relief that he wasn’t pushing the subject, she couldn’t decide. “That’s alright. Thanks anyways.”
She was starting to make her way back into the crowd, Mihkail forging a path like a boat prow, when the man called out, “Hey! Wait a sec.” She froze, eyes flicking about the crowd. More people were looking her way, some of them starting to whisper and mutter between themselves.
Calm down, Rebeca. Just see what he wants.
Taking a deep breath, she turned around and faced the man as he approached her. “Sorry. You might want to try at the Ritzy Raichu, in the hotel just up the way.” He gestured further up the avenue. “I’m sure they could probably use another dishwasher or server, or something. If you’re interested.”
Rebeca released a pent-up breath. “Uh, sure, thanks.”
He grinned at her. “No problem.” He turned and waved to the whispering crowd. “Sorry folks, just somebody asking for directions!” He gave Rebeca a final wave as the attention almost immediately dispersed. “Enjoy the festival.”
She nodded. “Yeah, you too,” and turned in the direction indicated.
Behind her, Mihkail snorted. You totally thought he was going to out you.
Mihkail, so help me, I will kick you.
You did that once. It didn’t work so well.
-
The distance to the hotel wasn’t too far, even with the crowd, and there was a helpful map inside the hotel’s lobby that gave her the restaurant’s location. When she finally found it, however, she stopped cold. Sonuvabitch!
Mihkail growled questioningly at her outburst, then looked towards the restaurant. Okay, props to the human, that was clever.
Rebeca gritted her teeth. Mihkail, I am going to murder you.
Hey, you can’t pin this one on me. I had nothing to do with it.
You sent me up to that desk in the first place!
Gathered in front of the restaurant’s entrance were a few of the avatars from earlier, what looked like the mayor of Mauville City, given the large sash that he wore, a stern looking woman in a grey business suit, and what was probably the same Porygon-Z that had identified each of the avatars. Cursing under her breath, Rebeca spun on her heel and started walking back towards the hotel entrance.
@Zanavy Rebeca just carries her Heat Rock in her pocket. Just something she picked up because it was hot enough for her to notice it.
@Chimera If it makes a difference, from what I know of the anime Confusion gets used for the exact same telekinetic purpose as Psychic.
@Zanavy There's always something that happens, isn't there. I'm just happy I didn't have to rewrite the whole thing. That's a real bummer.
As for your earlier comment regarding the dinner, there was something I had in mind. Rebeca is initially resistant to the idea of joining the tournament, because she's of the opinion that only attention-seekers and show-offs would sign up for it, and she has no interest in other people knowing what she is.
However, because her base body temperature is far higher than a normal human's is, I suspect that it would be very easy for Porygon-Z to identify her and accidentally "out" her as an avatar. This leads to Mihkail goading her into registering, and then she joins the party. Could this be done in some fashion?
For clarification, the average human body temperature is around 98.6 degrees F, give or take a degree. Rebeca's is almost 300 degrees. That's not a human, that's a corpse burnt beyond all recognition.
@Zanavy There's always something that happens, isn't there. I'm just happy I didn't have to rewrite the whole thing. That's a real bummer.
As for your earlier comment regarding the dinner, there was something I had in mind. Rebeca is initially resistant to the idea of joining the tournament, because she's of the opinion that only attention-seekers and show-offs would sign up for it, and she has no interest in other people knowing what she is.
However, because her base body temperature is far higher than a normal human's is, I suspect that it would be very easy for Porygon-Z to identify her and accidentally "out" her as an avatar. This leads to Mihkail goading her into registering, and then she joins the party. Could this be done in some fashion?
For clarification, the average human body temperature is around 98.6 degrees F, give or take a degree. Rebeca's is almost 300 degrees. That's not a human, that's a corpse burnt beyond all recognition.
@Chimera You are correct, however, Hoop doesn't learn Psychic until 75. The maximum level for your character or any individual Pokemon is 30.
@Zanavy All changes made.
@ZanavyWell, I'm not going to redo that entire thing. I like the relationship between those two characters too much. Is it too late to change my team? That will make things a lot easier, there isn't as much that I'll have to change.
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Well that's freaking great. I spent a lot of time on that, and now I have to come up with something completely different?
Well that's freaking great. I spent a lot of time on that, and now I have to come up with something completely different?
“Hmm, no, sorry Miss. If you’d have come a few days ago, we’d have had something, but right now we’ve got as many people as we can handle.”
Rebeca’s shoulders slumped as she sighed. The shopkeeper’s answer was nearly identical to the two dozen others she had received since arriving at Mauville City for this so-called Avatar Festival. She had only heard about it a month before when she had finally emerged from hiking in the Meteor Mountains. Both she and Mihkail had agreed that a large festival meant that a lot of shops and such would need temporary workers to help manage the demand for goods, and there were a few supplies that they needed to stock up on. Plus, it had been months since she had last been in an actual city. In fact, probably not since she had first arrived in Hoenn. Surely it wouldn’t hurt to be around people for once?
Turning, she pushed her hands into her pockets and started back down the main avenue. Unfortunately, she had only just arrived that morning, and thus far had had no luck finding anything she could do. Everyone had already been hired in advance, they said. At this rate, she was either going to have to deal with her worn-out boots and tent, or she would have to resort to pulling gold out of the ground again.
Maya shifted her position beneath Rebeca’s shirt, and she smiled, ducking her head to nuzzle her chin against the Shellfish Pokemon’s shell. She didn’t technically have to work, gold was something that people always accepted once they were assured that it was real, but they tended to wonder just where she had gotten it from, and questions were one thing she tried to avoid. It was irritating. Besides, extracting the stuff from the planet’s mantle was hard and took hours of effort just to obtain a small amount, leaving her exhausted and in need of food and a nap. It was a lot simpler to just suck it up, make her way to a city or port, and find some temporary work that paid.
Up ahead, she spied the small candy stand that Mihkail was snoozing in the shade of. Well, still no luck.
The Rhyhorn snorted, and he lazily opened his eyes to glance in her direction before closing them again, nowhere near close to being asleep. I told you we should have taken a bus to get here.
Rebeca rolled her eyes as she reached the stand and sat down beside him. Yeah, yeah, I know. And you know why we didn’t.
You’re a cheapskate who’s afraid to take a nap along the way?
Shut up. She elbowed Mihkail in the ribs as she grinned, and the Spikes Pokemon snorted in response. I enjoy a good nap almost as much as you do. But you try paying a bus driver with a lump of gold, and see what happens.
Mihkail opened his eyes, momentarily shifting himself into a more comfortable position as he watched the crowd. I know exactly what will happen. I’ll get a pat on the head, a “good boy”, and a free bus ride. It’s the advantage of having a cute face like mine.
Now it was Rebeca’s turn to snort. Cute, sure. You'd probably wreck the entire bus just trying to get inside, and your face looks like a boulder.
And it’s a very cute boulder. All the ladies say so.
Rebeca burst out laughing, and while Mihkail simply snorted again, she could definitely tell that he was laughing at his own joke. Maya, on the other hand, began squirming in protest, and Rebeca began stroking her shell soothingly. “Shh, shh, it’s okay. Mihkail just thinks he’s clever.” The fossil settled, contented with the explanation. As Rebeca closed her eyes, she suspected that she was getting a few odd looks for apparently running her hand down her chest, but she didn’t much care about that. If people just thought she was weird, that was their choice, and anyone who came close enough would plainly see that there was something underneath. If anyone asked, she would just leave.
-
A growing commotion from the crowd disturbed Rebeca from her slumber, and she glanced around. A lot of people were talking excitedly to one another. Huh. Wonder what has them all riled up.
Mihkail opened his eyes and raised his head. Dunno. It’s got the Pokemon interested too. He rose to his paws and shook himself. You should go check it out.
Rebeca glanced at her brother, who returned the gaze with an expectant look. Finally she sighed and pushed herself up, causing Maya to squirm again. Oh, alright, fine. She wandered through the crowd of people, trying to listen in on the conversations around her, but could only catch bits and pieces. Finally, she resigned herself to the fact and tapped a slightly older man on the shoulder. “Hey, excuse me. What’s got everyone so excited?”
The man looked confused for a moment, then broke into an excited grin. “Awe, you must have just missed it. Some of the avatars are actually here!”
Rebeca blinked. Avatars? How much candy has this guy been eating?
Seeing her blank look, the man frowned. “Wait, you haven’t heard of them? You been living under a rock or something?”
Depends on your definition of “rock”, “living”, and “under”.
Shut up. Rebeca shook her head. “Um, no, sorry. I just, didn’t think they were actually real, you know?”
Smooth recovery.
Shut up.
The man chuckled and clapped her on the shoulder. “Oh, they’re real alright. Hell, two of them just about had a fight right outside the administrative building. Can’t wait to see what the tournament will look like!” He suddenly frowned. “Say, you seem really warm. Are you alright?”
Rebeca immediately began backpedaling mentally. Crap. “Um, yeah. Now that you mention it, it is kinda warm. Think I might have been sleeping in the sun too long. The administrative building, right?”
He nodded, concern etched on his face. “That’s right. Should I come with you? I don’t want you suddenly passing out.”
She raised her hands as she started backing away. “No, no, that’s alright. I’m sure I’ll be fine. Probably just need some water, done a lot of walking today. Thanks,” she called out behind her as an afterthought.
Following at her heels as she pushed through the crowd, Mihkail sighed. Wonderful job back there. Really charmed him with your winning personality.
Fuck off Mihkail. Rebeca frowned as she thought about the man’s words. What’s with these “avatars” he was talking about? What’d he mean?
Mihkail blew a short gust of air. Well, given that this is the “Interregional Avatar Festival”, I suspect that they are the people being celebrated.
That’s nice, but who the fuck are the-
She was interrupted by a sudden pressure in the air, causing both of them to stop. “What the hell…” Up ahead, she could see the crowd spreading apart, making a clearing of some kind. The pair glanced at each other, and then Rebeca began urgently pushing through the crowd, Maya squeezing her legs around her torso as she clicked fearfully. She was just about to the edge, where she could catch a glimpse of the inky black circle that covered the ground, when an ear-splitting scream tore through the air, causing everyone to duck. Well, almost everyone. Rebeca did flinch, but she was more interested in the pair of red eyes at the center of the circle. It wasn’t the first time she heard such a loud sound, though this one was quite a bit different than those she had heard before. As she watched, a youngish-looking man with white hair and wearing dress clothes emerged from the black circle, which faded away. He bowed, calling out with a clear voice. “I’m Germaine, or Giratina. A pleasure to be here.”
At Rebeca’s feet, Mihkail growled quietly as he tried to see through the forest of bent legs. I could be wrong, but I would suspect that that is one of these avatars. Pretty impressive.
He’s an attention-grabbing prick. Rebeca scowled at the back of the man’s head as the crowd around her started rising, placing her hand on Maya’s shell to reassure her. The hell was the point of that show other than to-
Mihkail nudged her leg with his nose. Hang on, who’s this now. A younger looking man with green hair, black vest and casual pants had emerged from the crowd. Rebeca squinted at him. She could swear that he was familiar, but couldn’t place where she knew him from. Wherever it was, the thought was making her markings itch.
The two men seemed to be having a debate of some kind, the younger one swaggering like a Prinplup looking to throw its weight around, when a third man drifted out of the crowd to stand beside the first, then a fourth to the second. The air grew increasingly tense as they began arguing, over what Rebeca couldn’t quite hear. It didn’t really matter, she had seen a situation like this before, two Lairon sizing each other up before fighting over a pool of spring water. The breaking point seemed to be when a Porygon-Z zipped into the middle, and the first two men each attacked it. “Dammit, you idiots,” Rebeca muttered as she prepared to push her way inside, “you don't pull this kind of crap in the middle of a city full of people!”
She stopped when she saw that someone else seemed to have the same idea. A young girl, couldn’t be much older than herself, emerged from the crowd. She was pretty, very pretty, with long pink hair and an elegant looking dress. A pink light seemed to shine around her, and for a moment Rebeca was stumped just from looking at her. The others seemed to listen to her, and she was soon joined by another young man in robes of blue, green and purple. He would chime in occasionally, but otherwise no one interrupted the girl as she spoke.
After a moment, the group dispersed, and a Kirlia appeared to heal the damaged Porygon-Z. Rebeca breathed a quiet sigh of relief, and drifted back into the crowd.
Trotting along behind her, Mihkail glanced up at her back. So.
She briefly glanced over her shoulder. So, what?
So, are you going to go meet them?
Why would I do that?
Mihkail rolled his eyes. Because they seem to be like you? Have powers like you do? I would think this would be a no brainer.
Rebeca sighed. Suppose for a second that I do want to meet them. She stopped and gave the Rhyhorn a quick glare before continuing. And I’m not saying that I do. We don’t even know if they’re legit.
They’re legitimate. Mihkail huffed at her. They smell different.
Now it was Rebeca’s turn to roll her eyes. Really. And how do they smell different.
Not human. The Spikes Pokemon glanced in the direction that the avatars had drifted towards. But, not Pokemon either. Kind of like you.
Rebeca stopped and glared at her brother again, and he huffed again. Don’t look at me like that. All these humans smell different, but there’s certain things about them that are similar. Same with Pokemon, they all have similarities that make them what they are. You’re too different from either of them to belong. You’re closer to those avatars than these humans. He growled softly. And don’t tell me you didn’t see what they did to that Porygon-Z. No human is able to do that.
As much as she didn’t want to admit it, Rebeca knew he had a point. For two years she hadn’t even heard of anyone being remotely like herself. Not human, not Pokemon, stuck somewhere in between. And just how do you suggest I meet them?
Mihkail hurried past her, then stopped and sat down in front of one of the posters scattered that had been scattered around the city. This.
Frowning, Rebeca stopped and read the poster, then scowled. It was advertising the “Tournament of Legends”, probably what the man she had spoken to before had mentioned. “Hell. No.”
Rebeca’s shoulders slumped as she sighed. The shopkeeper’s answer was nearly identical to the two dozen others she had received since arriving at Mauville City for this so-called Avatar Festival. She had only heard about it a month before when she had finally emerged from hiking in the Meteor Mountains. Both she and Mihkail had agreed that a large festival meant that a lot of shops and such would need temporary workers to help manage the demand for goods, and there were a few supplies that they needed to stock up on. Plus, it had been months since she had last been in an actual city. In fact, probably not since she had first arrived in Hoenn. Surely it wouldn’t hurt to be around people for once?
Turning, she pushed her hands into her pockets and started back down the main avenue. Unfortunately, she had only just arrived that morning, and thus far had had no luck finding anything she could do. Everyone had already been hired in advance, they said. At this rate, she was either going to have to deal with her worn-out boots and tent, or she would have to resort to pulling gold out of the ground again.
Maya shifted her position beneath Rebeca’s shirt, and she smiled, ducking her head to nuzzle her chin against the Shellfish Pokemon’s shell. She didn’t technically have to work, gold was something that people always accepted once they were assured that it was real, but they tended to wonder just where she had gotten it from, and questions were one thing she tried to avoid. It was irritating. Besides, extracting the stuff from the planet’s mantle was hard and took hours of effort just to obtain a small amount, leaving her exhausted and in need of food and a nap. It was a lot simpler to just suck it up, make her way to a city or port, and find some temporary work that paid.
Up ahead, she spied the small candy stand that Mihkail was snoozing in the shade of. Well, still no luck.
The Rhyhorn snorted, and he lazily opened his eyes to glance in her direction before closing them again, nowhere near close to being asleep. I told you we should have taken a bus to get here.
Rebeca rolled her eyes as she reached the stand and sat down beside him. Yeah, yeah, I know. And you know why we didn’t.
You’re a cheapskate who’s afraid to take a nap along the way?
Shut up. She elbowed Mihkail in the ribs as she grinned, and the Spikes Pokemon snorted in response. I enjoy a good nap almost as much as you do. But you try paying a bus driver with a lump of gold, and see what happens.
Mihkail opened his eyes, momentarily shifting himself into a more comfortable position as he watched the crowd. I know exactly what will happen. I’ll get a pat on the head, a “good boy”, and a free bus ride. It’s the advantage of having a cute face like mine.
Now it was Rebeca’s turn to snort. Cute, sure. You'd probably wreck the entire bus just trying to get inside, and your face looks like a boulder.
And it’s a very cute boulder. All the ladies say so.
Rebeca burst out laughing, and while Mihkail simply snorted again, she could definitely tell that he was laughing at his own joke. Maya, on the other hand, began squirming in protest, and Rebeca began stroking her shell soothingly. “Shh, shh, it’s okay. Mihkail just thinks he’s clever.” The fossil settled, contented with the explanation. As Rebeca closed her eyes, she suspected that she was getting a few odd looks for apparently running her hand down her chest, but she didn’t much care about that. If people just thought she was weird, that was their choice, and anyone who came close enough would plainly see that there was something underneath. If anyone asked, she would just leave.
-
A growing commotion from the crowd disturbed Rebeca from her slumber, and she glanced around. A lot of people were talking excitedly to one another. Huh. Wonder what has them all riled up.
Mihkail opened his eyes and raised his head. Dunno. It’s got the Pokemon interested too. He rose to his paws and shook himself. You should go check it out.
Rebeca glanced at her brother, who returned the gaze with an expectant look. Finally she sighed and pushed herself up, causing Maya to squirm again. Oh, alright, fine. She wandered through the crowd of people, trying to listen in on the conversations around her, but could only catch bits and pieces. Finally, she resigned herself to the fact and tapped a slightly older man on the shoulder. “Hey, excuse me. What’s got everyone so excited?”
The man looked confused for a moment, then broke into an excited grin. “Awe, you must have just missed it. Some of the avatars are actually here!”
Rebeca blinked. Avatars? How much candy has this guy been eating?
Seeing her blank look, the man frowned. “Wait, you haven’t heard of them? You been living under a rock or something?”
Depends on your definition of “rock”, “living”, and “under”.
Shut up. Rebeca shook her head. “Um, no, sorry. I just, didn’t think they were actually real, you know?”
Smooth recovery.
Shut up.
The man chuckled and clapped her on the shoulder. “Oh, they’re real alright. Hell, two of them just about had a fight right outside the administrative building. Can’t wait to see what the tournament will look like!” He suddenly frowned. “Say, you seem really warm. Are you alright?”
Rebeca immediately began backpedaling mentally. Crap. “Um, yeah. Now that you mention it, it is kinda warm. Think I might have been sleeping in the sun too long. The administrative building, right?”
He nodded, concern etched on his face. “That’s right. Should I come with you? I don’t want you suddenly passing out.”
She raised her hands as she started backing away. “No, no, that’s alright. I’m sure I’ll be fine. Probably just need some water, done a lot of walking today. Thanks,” she called out behind her as an afterthought.
Following at her heels as she pushed through the crowd, Mihkail sighed. Wonderful job back there. Really charmed him with your winning personality.
Fuck off Mihkail. Rebeca frowned as she thought about the man’s words. What’s with these “avatars” he was talking about? What’d he mean?
Mihkail blew a short gust of air. Well, given that this is the “Interregional Avatar Festival”, I suspect that they are the people being celebrated.
That’s nice, but who the fuck are the-
She was interrupted by a sudden pressure in the air, causing both of them to stop. “What the hell…” Up ahead, she could see the crowd spreading apart, making a clearing of some kind. The pair glanced at each other, and then Rebeca began urgently pushing through the crowd, Maya squeezing her legs around her torso as she clicked fearfully. She was just about to the edge, where she could catch a glimpse of the inky black circle that covered the ground, when an ear-splitting scream tore through the air, causing everyone to duck. Well, almost everyone. Rebeca did flinch, but she was more interested in the pair of red eyes at the center of the circle. It wasn’t the first time she heard such a loud sound, though this one was quite a bit different than those she had heard before. As she watched, a youngish-looking man with white hair and wearing dress clothes emerged from the black circle, which faded away. He bowed, calling out with a clear voice. “I’m Germaine, or Giratina. A pleasure to be here.”
At Rebeca’s feet, Mihkail growled quietly as he tried to see through the forest of bent legs. I could be wrong, but I would suspect that that is one of these avatars. Pretty impressive.
He’s an attention-grabbing prick. Rebeca scowled at the back of the man’s head as the crowd around her started rising, placing her hand on Maya’s shell to reassure her. The hell was the point of that show other than to-
Mihkail nudged her leg with his nose. Hang on, who’s this now. A younger looking man with green hair, black vest and casual pants had emerged from the crowd. Rebeca squinted at him. She could swear that he was familiar, but couldn’t place where she knew him from. Wherever it was, the thought was making her markings itch.
The two men seemed to be having a debate of some kind, the younger one swaggering like a Prinplup looking to throw its weight around, when a third man drifted out of the crowd to stand beside the first, then a fourth to the second. The air grew increasingly tense as they began arguing, over what Rebeca couldn’t quite hear. It didn’t really matter, she had seen a situation like this before, two Lairon sizing each other up before fighting over a pool of spring water. The breaking point seemed to be when a Porygon-Z zipped into the middle, and the first two men each attacked it. “Dammit, you idiots,” Rebeca muttered as she prepared to push her way inside, “you don't pull this kind of crap in the middle of a city full of people!”
She stopped when she saw that someone else seemed to have the same idea. A young girl, couldn’t be much older than herself, emerged from the crowd. She was pretty, very pretty, with long pink hair and an elegant looking dress. A pink light seemed to shine around her, and for a moment Rebeca was stumped just from looking at her. The others seemed to listen to her, and she was soon joined by another young man in robes of blue, green and purple. He would chime in occasionally, but otherwise no one interrupted the girl as she spoke.
After a moment, the group dispersed, and a Kirlia appeared to heal the damaged Porygon-Z. Rebeca breathed a quiet sigh of relief, and drifted back into the crowd.
Trotting along behind her, Mihkail glanced up at her back. So.
She briefly glanced over her shoulder. So, what?
So, are you going to go meet them?
Why would I do that?
Mihkail rolled his eyes. Because they seem to be like you? Have powers like you do? I would think this would be a no brainer.
Rebeca sighed. Suppose for a second that I do want to meet them. She stopped and gave the Rhyhorn a quick glare before continuing. And I’m not saying that I do. We don’t even know if they’re legit.
They’re legitimate. Mihkail huffed at her. They smell different.
Now it was Rebeca’s turn to roll her eyes. Really. And how do they smell different.
Not human. The Spikes Pokemon glanced in the direction that the avatars had drifted towards. But, not Pokemon either. Kind of like you.
Rebeca stopped and glared at her brother again, and he huffed again. Don’t look at me like that. All these humans smell different, but there’s certain things about them that are similar. Same with Pokemon, they all have similarities that make them what they are. You’re too different from either of them to belong. You’re closer to those avatars than these humans. He growled softly. And don’t tell me you didn’t see what they did to that Porygon-Z. No human is able to do that.
As much as she didn’t want to admit it, Rebeca knew he had a point. For two years she hadn’t even heard of anyone being remotely like herself. Not human, not Pokemon, stuck somewhere in between. And just how do you suggest I meet them?
Mihkail hurried past her, then stopped and sat down in front of one of the posters scattered that had been scattered around the city. This.
Frowning, Rebeca stopped and read the poster, then scowled. It was advertising the “Tournament of Legends”, probably what the man she had spoken to before had mentioned. “Hell. No.”
Name: Rebeca Firmen
Pokemon: Groudon
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Hometown: Unknown
Level: 42
Ability: Drought/Desolate Land
Moves: Hone Claws, Ancient Power, Lava Plume, Earth Power, Thunder Punch, Earthquake
Legendary powers: Rebeca’s most notable power is that her core body temperature is around three times that of a normal human, and is capable of increasing to the point of causing environmental damage. At higher temperatures she smells a little like sulphur. She is both very strong and durable, being able to easily lift and move objects several times her own size. She is largely immune to extreme temperatures (she once climbed Mt. Silver completely naked just for the fun of it, and she looks at a pool of lava the same way most people look at hot springs or a hot tub. In between those extremes, she typically doesn’t feel the difference). She is somewhat skilled at manipulating rocks, earth, and fire, though her use of it tends to be rather crude in its results. Do not make any bad breath or body odor jokes towards her, or she may demonstrate just how bad it can actually be.
Held item: Heat Rock
Appearance: Rebeca stands roughly six feet tall, with very dark brown hair (turns black when wet) that extends down to her shoulderblades. Her hair is rather messy as she rarely (if ever) takes care of it besides bathing. Her body is very muscular due to all the hiking and climbing she does. For clothing, she prefers comfort over all else, generally keeping to t-shirts, loose pants and boots suitable to her life lifestyle. She does not own underwear of any kind, because she only keeps the clothes in case she encounters other people in her wandering.
She shares the same markings across her body as Primal Groudon, though hers are black and she passes them off as tattoos. Her eyes are also the same amber colour. Her nails are quite large and pointed, which she conceals with gloves, and her teeth are slightly more pointed than normal.
She also has several scars. These include:
-A trio of claw marks on her right cheek
-Two long gashes down her inner left thigh
-Matching claw marks on her shoulderblades
-Numerous small scratches and cuts on her arms, legs, back and chest.
-A long laceration that begins a couple inches left of her belly button and curves up to the side of her ribs, with signs of having been burned shut.
-A small burn on her left upper arm
-Three short claw marks on her right side, starting just beneath her collarbone and ending on the upper surface of her breast.
She carries a backpack in which she keeps her supplies and several changes of clothes, mostly in case she accidentally incinerates the ones she’s wearing.
In Primal Form, Rebeca becomes much closer in form to Groudon. Her markings and scars glow with molten heat, her nails transform into claws that have completely overtaken her fingertips and toes, her teeth become completely carnivorous, and she grows to half again her normal size. Her eyes take on the same molten appearance as her markings, and extreme waves of heat radiate off her body, melting or incinerating most nearby objects. Her skin becomes closer to the armoured plates that Groudon possesses. For the love of all that is alive and good, do not put her in this state.
Personality: Rebeca is a person torn between desiring the company of others, and wishing the rest of the world would just leave her alone. She much prefers the company of Pokemon to humans, and spends most of her time hiking through the wilderness, living off the land and exploring remote locations. Only rarely does she rejoin human civilization, and so she is very self-sufficient. Because of her self-imposed isolation, she has a rather abrupt attitude that can come across as rude. The finer points of conversation are lost on her, and she tends to take things at face value. Even so, she has a deep desire for someone to share her time with, someone who would keep her warm at night as opposed to the other way around. For all her toughness, Rebeca is actually somewhat shy and naïve on human behavior.
In regards to being the avatar of Groudon, Rebeca is mostly ambivalent. She tends to use her powers for mundane purposes (there are quite a few cliffs and mountains that now have conveniently placed hand and foot holds), and she prefers not to bring attention to herself when in human company. However, some of her most destructive capabilities are subconsciously controlled, and her greatest fear is accidentally harming someone. She has cheerfully resigned herself to the fact that she makes for a very convenient space heater, and thinks nothing of sleeping in a pile with others.
On the rare occasion that Rebeca engages in battle herself (she much prefers to just scare potential enemies away), she is very much a physical brawler, getting up close to her opponents and using her considerable size and strength to overwhelm them. She strikes first and strikes hard, aiming to end the battle quickly before she risks collateral damage. Towards this end, she has learned and adopted moves that emphasize her physicality.
Backstory: secret secrets.
Innocent secrets: Rebeca enjoys spicy food and sour candies, the former because it gives her the illusion of “heat”, and the latter because she just does. She has zero interest in men, and is demisexual.
LD: 5800
Pokemon
Rebeca does not keep any Pokeballs with her, so her Pokemon can technically be considered “wild” and can be captured by other trainers. This is extremely inadvisable, as Rebeca considers her Pokemon to be her true family and will violently protect them. Their lives are more valuable to her than anyone else’s.
Nickname: Maya
Species: Kabuto
Gender: female
Level: 18
Ability: Swift Swim
Moves: Scratch, Harden, Absorb, Leer
Held item: none
Maya is essentially Rebeca’s baby. Where and how she came across the infant Kabuto is a secret she will not divulge to anyone, nor are many people even aware of her presence. Maya spends the bulk of her time clinging to Rebeca’s chest beneath her shirt and does not battle. The adoration between them is mutual.
Nickname: Mihkail
Species: Rhyhorn
Level: 34
Ability: Rock Head
Moves: Horn Attack, Bulldoze, Smack Down, Scary Face, Rock Blast
Held Item: none
Mihkail and Rebeca met each other very early in her travels, and the two for all intents and purposes have become brother and sister. They look after each other while roaming the wilderness, protect each other, hunt together, fight together, sleep together, and are never separated. Greatly concerned over the growing loneliness that the avatar experiences, Mihkail seeks a suitable human companion for Rebeca and is very critical of the intentions of others.
Pokemon: Groudon
Gender: Female
Age: 17
Hometown: Unknown
Level: 42
Ability: Drought/Desolate Land
Moves: Hone Claws, Ancient Power, Lava Plume, Earth Power, Thunder Punch, Earthquake
Legendary powers: Rebeca’s most notable power is that her core body temperature is around three times that of a normal human, and is capable of increasing to the point of causing environmental damage. At higher temperatures she smells a little like sulphur. She is both very strong and durable, being able to easily lift and move objects several times her own size. She is largely immune to extreme temperatures (she once climbed Mt. Silver completely naked just for the fun of it, and she looks at a pool of lava the same way most people look at hot springs or a hot tub. In between those extremes, she typically doesn’t feel the difference). She is somewhat skilled at manipulating rocks, earth, and fire, though her use of it tends to be rather crude in its results. Do not make any bad breath or body odor jokes towards her, or she may demonstrate just how bad it can actually be.
Held item: Heat Rock
Appearance: Rebeca stands roughly six feet tall, with very dark brown hair (turns black when wet) that extends down to her shoulderblades. Her hair is rather messy as she rarely (if ever) takes care of it besides bathing. Her body is very muscular due to all the hiking and climbing she does. For clothing, she prefers comfort over all else, generally keeping to t-shirts, loose pants and boots suitable to her life lifestyle. She does not own underwear of any kind, because she only keeps the clothes in case she encounters other people in her wandering.
She shares the same markings across her body as Primal Groudon, though hers are black and she passes them off as tattoos. Her eyes are also the same amber colour. Her nails are quite large and pointed, which she conceals with gloves, and her teeth are slightly more pointed than normal.
She also has several scars. These include:
-A trio of claw marks on her right cheek
-Two long gashes down her inner left thigh
-Matching claw marks on her shoulderblades
-Numerous small scratches and cuts on her arms, legs, back and chest.
-A long laceration that begins a couple inches left of her belly button and curves up to the side of her ribs, with signs of having been burned shut.
-A small burn on her left upper arm
-Three short claw marks on her right side, starting just beneath her collarbone and ending on the upper surface of her breast.
She carries a backpack in which she keeps her supplies and several changes of clothes, mostly in case she accidentally incinerates the ones she’s wearing.
In Primal Form, Rebeca becomes much closer in form to Groudon. Her markings and scars glow with molten heat, her nails transform into claws that have completely overtaken her fingertips and toes, her teeth become completely carnivorous, and she grows to half again her normal size. Her eyes take on the same molten appearance as her markings, and extreme waves of heat radiate off her body, melting or incinerating most nearby objects. Her skin becomes closer to the armoured plates that Groudon possesses. For the love of all that is alive and good, do not put her in this state.
Personality: Rebeca is a person torn between desiring the company of others, and wishing the rest of the world would just leave her alone. She much prefers the company of Pokemon to humans, and spends most of her time hiking through the wilderness, living off the land and exploring remote locations. Only rarely does she rejoin human civilization, and so she is very self-sufficient. Because of her self-imposed isolation, she has a rather abrupt attitude that can come across as rude. The finer points of conversation are lost on her, and she tends to take things at face value. Even so, she has a deep desire for someone to share her time with, someone who would keep her warm at night as opposed to the other way around. For all her toughness, Rebeca is actually somewhat shy and naïve on human behavior.
In regards to being the avatar of Groudon, Rebeca is mostly ambivalent. She tends to use her powers for mundane purposes (there are quite a few cliffs and mountains that now have conveniently placed hand and foot holds), and she prefers not to bring attention to herself when in human company. However, some of her most destructive capabilities are subconsciously controlled, and her greatest fear is accidentally harming someone. She has cheerfully resigned herself to the fact that she makes for a very convenient space heater, and thinks nothing of sleeping in a pile with others.
On the rare occasion that Rebeca engages in battle herself (she much prefers to just scare potential enemies away), she is very much a physical brawler, getting up close to her opponents and using her considerable size and strength to overwhelm them. She strikes first and strikes hard, aiming to end the battle quickly before she risks collateral damage. Towards this end, she has learned and adopted moves that emphasize her physicality.
Backstory: secret secrets.
Innocent secrets: Rebeca enjoys spicy food and sour candies, the former because it gives her the illusion of “heat”, and the latter because she just does. She has zero interest in men, and is demisexual.
LD: 5800
Pokemon
Rebeca does not keep any Pokeballs with her, so her Pokemon can technically be considered “wild” and can be captured by other trainers. This is extremely inadvisable, as Rebeca considers her Pokemon to be her true family and will violently protect them. Their lives are more valuable to her than anyone else’s.
Nickname: Maya
Species: Kabuto
Gender: female
Level: 18
Ability: Swift Swim
Moves: Scratch, Harden, Absorb, Leer
Held item: none
Maya is essentially Rebeca’s baby. Where and how she came across the infant Kabuto is a secret she will not divulge to anyone, nor are many people even aware of her presence. Maya spends the bulk of her time clinging to Rebeca’s chest beneath her shirt and does not battle. The adoration between them is mutual.
Nickname: Mihkail
Species: Rhyhorn
Level: 34
Ability: Rock Head
Moves: Horn Attack, Bulldoze, Smack Down, Scary Face, Rock Blast
Held Item: none
Mihkail and Rebeca met each other very early in her travels, and the two for all intents and purposes have become brother and sister. They look after each other while roaming the wilderness, protect each other, hunt together, fight together, sleep together, and are never separated. Greatly concerned over the growing loneliness that the avatar experiences, Mihkail seeks a suitable human companion for Rebeca and is very critical of the intentions of others.
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