Chapter 25: Mini
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After a message from the champion, Mister Tyke and Silk call off the battle, leaving the cave. Silk is the first to go, giving Mini to me,
sending out Nightfall and flying off. She says a lot of things in the air, but she's too far to hear.
Mister Tyke gives us both a gracious bow, but I saw his envious look at the Hydreigon as she flew off. Before he hurries back to his restaurant, Fee asks him about Mini.
"Ah, yes. I was going to take her to the Pokémon Centre." He drops her Poké ball on my hands, bowing yet again like it's a signature catchphrase, and then rushing off. "I trust you to handle her for the time being."
"Hi Mini.", I greet, trying to see if she'll respond to the nickname. I never called her Mini, partly because she's not my Pokémon, but also because there was never a moment where calling her Mini would have made sense. Except for when Silk and I were walking around, looking like irresponsible trainers.
"Mini?" Surprisingly, 'Mini' is something she can say. Minccino does have the letters to make Mini, but Pokémon weirdly only say their names. And make some odd sounds. Bounsweet is the biggest offender of odd sounds. Describing what she does is impossible.
"Do you like Mini as a name?"
"Cincin!" She wiggles her tail excitedly. I place her on top of my head, but it seems she doesn't like heights. Her tail wraps around my eyes as her little nubs lock on my hair. Instead of taking her off my head, I steady her by placing both hands on waist.
It takes her a while, but once she feels safe, her tail raises. "Aww. That's so cute.", Fee comments.
We take her firstly to the Pokémon Centre. Thanks to the fact that we have her Poké ball with us, the lady is able to simply use the machine to heal her up quickly. Luckily, there isn't anything going on with her that would permanently affect her capabilities.
"She'll be good to go within the hour.", the lady says. "Thanks again for bringing all those Pokémon from earlier."
"Just doing my job.", I say, as if I'm a cop.
Fee and I sit down by a bench in the Pokémon Centre and make logistical talk. Which, to some, may sound like small talk. But it's pretty important.
Due to the conditions of the 'deal' I made with Mister Tyke, I unfortunately have no cash and didn't gain any cash from this journey. I mean, I was blessed with ₽100 000 for unknown reasons, given free clothes and 2 free meals, but I don't have cash right now.
Okay, not completely true. I have my personal cash. Within the week that I've done my job, I've amounted ₽6000. I didn't buy any trainer gear, because that would be suspicious, but I did stockpile on some basic needs items and some handy niches. I got a couple of escape ropes and some repels, for just in case I'm in trouble. Dare I state the obvious and say I also ate food, and rented a small place?
In any case, together, we have ₽6000. It's not bad cash, but when you're in Pearl town, it's a different story entirely. So we come to the agreement that we should head off to Celestite town, where I can actually do my job. We also decide that we need to give Professor Zin a call, and we should take the bus to Celestite town. I just hope that the bus fees in Pearl town aren't insane.
"Life in Pearl town is expensive.", Fee complains, despite not contributing any money. "I can feel your judgement."
"Sure. But I didn't say anything yet." And there's also his emotion hacker. Judgement isn't an emotion, I imagine. It's more like a natural reaction when you feel like someone's doing or saying something unjustified. But, I also know, from Fee, that there's not enough words to describe every emotion we feel. So, perhaps only he understands what judgement as an emotion is. You know, judgemental.
"Pearl town… 2nd capital. Of Unusium, a while back."
Casually worn in contrast to most of the people in this town, the human is fully dressed in black. A black jacket that also multitasks as a robe and a cape, with a purple splash mark uniquely designed to be like corruption seeping all around. My eyes focus deeply on the splash mark, because it looks like it pulsates slightly. When my eyes lose even the slightest focus, it seems as still as it should be. He has straight red hair that is tied loosely in a ponytail, fluffing out down until his lower back.
"You. Helped Pokémon." He speaks in a slow, hushed manner that feels natural to him. He looks to be rather young, between a young adult and a late teen. Though, I would guess him to be 20 right now. He is thin. His clothes fold over and over and over again from the size toppling that of his own. Yet, he seems more comfortable in it than most people in clothes tailored for them.
"Earlier today.", I reply. He smiles weakly, but sincerely. He looks like the kind of person who's been through a lot. His eyes don't speak much. They lay almost closed at all times, making it difficult to tell if he is present or not. Yet, he has this aura that tells me, he is here.
"Very. Good. Thank you."
"Was one of them yours?"
"Basol. My Absol. Young. Helped me lots."
Ah. So they did have a trainer. Absol. Many people are scared of Absol, because they are a sign of danger incoming. Seeing an Absol, is like seeing the end of something you cherish. And you won't know what until it's too late. But, Basol used their power, at the end, to save the Pokémon around them. If we weren't so scared of Absol, perhaps we could use them as a way to avoid fate?
Before I apologize, he shakes his head. He tells us that he knows Basol did not make it. The police, at least, made sure he knew what happened to his Pokémon. As he explains, slowly, his voice starts sounding familiar. Not a familiar voice, but a well known voice.
"Sorry. I've been. Talking."
He feels bad for being a chatterbox? Fee waves nonchalantly. "Think nothing of it. You sound like you have a lot to say."
The man smiles and nods. He looks over at Fee and then back to me, but his eyes linger on Fee. As if he said something that sounded right, but felt off. He seems to pay the thought no mind, or whatever other thought he had, and continues telling us about Basol.
Basol was the last Pokémon he caught. When something went wrong, Basol was there. His family blamed Basol for it, but he wanted to protect him. So, he ran. With Basol. For a long while. But he couldn't escape from his brother or father. Especially his father. The man did anything to track him and capture him.
Sensing the danger. The man knowing how his father is. They made a difficult choice together. And separated. But the man kept the Poké ball. In hopes. One day, he would be with Basol again.
"But Basol. Helped others. So I can't be sad." He closes his eyes for an eternity, opening them only when it feels like he isn't here anymore. He reaches into his bag for a moment and, with a seemingly perfect understanding of where everything goes, he pulls out a parchment.
He extends it to Fee. "Have it."
Opening the parchment, he sees the first addition of the Prophecy. The one everyone knows about. When he pages over, the rest of the pages seem blank. He looks up to the man, who doesn't react to the confusion. Maybe taking that as a hint, he continues paging, and maybe after 10 pages, the 2nd addition of the Prophecy is there. Still, the man doesn't react.
"Thank you."
The man smiles. "I'm sure. It will be helpful. It reveals. In the darkest hour. The cycle is key. To know when light fades."
He bids us farewell, leaving us with some kind of encryption to solve. Just based on the layout of the parchment, one might be able to assume that there's 'verses' between the prophecies, foretelling something else, or explaining the prophecy in greater details. Maybe there's a reason he gave it to Fee?
Fee shrugs before I ask. We retrieve Mini as the hour passes, and begin heading back to the hotel. I keep Mini on the top of my head (and fortunately Treat stays comfortably in the Poké ball). Arriving back at the hotel, no one bothers me about Mini. She even takes the time to rub tails with the other Minccino, but it seems Mister Tyke got some special permission to keep her temporarily. Giving me Mini (in an indirect manner) means she's still under his guidance.
Most important part is that we return to our room. I immediately drop onto the bed, resting my eyes for a short amount of time. Just before I slip into the unconscious world, a gentle tickle from Mini keeps me awake. Unfortunately, I don't laugh.
"You should at least shower before going to sleep.", Fee says.
"Drop your bag so I can read one of your books.", I 'respond', waving my hands as if beckoning him to come closer.
He does drop his bag. He heads into the bathroom, looking over his shoulders briefly just before the door closes. From his gaze, I catch the sense that he is still confused, but when he opens his mouth, he simply chuckles to himself. The door closes behind him.
sending out Nightfall and flying off. She says a lot of things in the air, but she's too far to hear.
Mister Tyke gives us both a gracious bow, but I saw his envious look at the Hydreigon as she flew off. Before he hurries back to his restaurant, Fee asks him about Mini.
"Ah, yes. I was going to take her to the Pokémon Centre." He drops her Poké ball on my hands, bowing yet again like it's a signature catchphrase, and then rushing off. "I trust you to handle her for the time being."
"Hi Mini.", I greet, trying to see if she'll respond to the nickname. I never called her Mini, partly because she's not my Pokémon, but also because there was never a moment where calling her Mini would have made sense. Except for when Silk and I were walking around, looking like irresponsible trainers.
"Mini?" Surprisingly, 'Mini' is something she can say. Minccino does have the letters to make Mini, but Pokémon weirdly only say their names. And make some odd sounds. Bounsweet is the biggest offender of odd sounds. Describing what she does is impossible.
"Do you like Mini as a name?"
"Cincin!" She wiggles her tail excitedly. I place her on top of my head, but it seems she doesn't like heights. Her tail wraps around my eyes as her little nubs lock on my hair. Instead of taking her off my head, I steady her by placing both hands on waist.
It takes her a while, but once she feels safe, her tail raises. "Aww. That's so cute.", Fee comments.
We take her firstly to the Pokémon Centre. Thanks to the fact that we have her Poké ball with us, the lady is able to simply use the machine to heal her up quickly. Luckily, there isn't anything going on with her that would permanently affect her capabilities.
"She'll be good to go within the hour.", the lady says. "Thanks again for bringing all those Pokémon from earlier."
"Just doing my job.", I say, as if I'm a cop.
Fee and I sit down by a bench in the Pokémon Centre and make logistical talk. Which, to some, may sound like small talk. But it's pretty important.
Due to the conditions of the 'deal' I made with Mister Tyke, I unfortunately have no cash and didn't gain any cash from this journey. I mean, I was blessed with ₽100 000 for unknown reasons, given free clothes and 2 free meals, but I don't have cash right now.
Okay, not completely true. I have my personal cash. Within the week that I've done my job, I've amounted ₽6000. I didn't buy any trainer gear, because that would be suspicious, but I did stockpile on some basic needs items and some handy niches. I got a couple of escape ropes and some repels, for just in case I'm in trouble. Dare I state the obvious and say I also ate food, and rented a small place?
In any case, together, we have ₽6000. It's not bad cash, but when you're in Pearl town, it's a different story entirely. So we come to the agreement that we should head off to Celestite town, where I can actually do my job. We also decide that we need to give Professor Zin a call, and we should take the bus to Celestite town. I just hope that the bus fees in Pearl town aren't insane.
"Life in Pearl town is expensive.", Fee complains, despite not contributing any money. "I can feel your judgement."
"Sure. But I didn't say anything yet." And there's also his emotion hacker. Judgement isn't an emotion, I imagine. It's more like a natural reaction when you feel like someone's doing or saying something unjustified. But, I also know, from Fee, that there's not enough words to describe every emotion we feel. So, perhaps only he understands what judgement as an emotion is. You know, judgemental.
"Pearl town… 2nd capital. Of Unusium, a while back."
Casually worn in contrast to most of the people in this town, the human is fully dressed in black. A black jacket that also multitasks as a robe and a cape, with a purple splash mark uniquely designed to be like corruption seeping all around. My eyes focus deeply on the splash mark, because it looks like it pulsates slightly. When my eyes lose even the slightest focus, it seems as still as it should be. He has straight red hair that is tied loosely in a ponytail, fluffing out down until his lower back.
"You. Helped Pokémon." He speaks in a slow, hushed manner that feels natural to him. He looks to be rather young, between a young adult and a late teen. Though, I would guess him to be 20 right now. He is thin. His clothes fold over and over and over again from the size toppling that of his own. Yet, he seems more comfortable in it than most people in clothes tailored for them.
"Earlier today.", I reply. He smiles weakly, but sincerely. He looks like the kind of person who's been through a lot. His eyes don't speak much. They lay almost closed at all times, making it difficult to tell if he is present or not. Yet, he has this aura that tells me, he is here.
"Very. Good. Thank you."
"Was one of them yours?"
"Basol. My Absol. Young. Helped me lots."
Ah. So they did have a trainer. Absol. Many people are scared of Absol, because they are a sign of danger incoming. Seeing an Absol, is like seeing the end of something you cherish. And you won't know what until it's too late. But, Basol used their power, at the end, to save the Pokémon around them. If we weren't so scared of Absol, perhaps we could use them as a way to avoid fate?
Before I apologize, he shakes his head. He tells us that he knows Basol did not make it. The police, at least, made sure he knew what happened to his Pokémon. As he explains, slowly, his voice starts sounding familiar. Not a familiar voice, but a well known voice.
"Sorry. I've been. Talking."
He feels bad for being a chatterbox? Fee waves nonchalantly. "Think nothing of it. You sound like you have a lot to say."
The man smiles and nods. He looks over at Fee and then back to me, but his eyes linger on Fee. As if he said something that sounded right, but felt off. He seems to pay the thought no mind, or whatever other thought he had, and continues telling us about Basol.
Basol was the last Pokémon he caught. When something went wrong, Basol was there. His family blamed Basol for it, but he wanted to protect him. So, he ran. With Basol. For a long while. But he couldn't escape from his brother or father. Especially his father. The man did anything to track him and capture him.
Sensing the danger. The man knowing how his father is. They made a difficult choice together. And separated. But the man kept the Poké ball. In hopes. One day, he would be with Basol again.
"But Basol. Helped others. So I can't be sad." He closes his eyes for an eternity, opening them only when it feels like he isn't here anymore. He reaches into his bag for a moment and, with a seemingly perfect understanding of where everything goes, he pulls out a parchment.
He extends it to Fee. "Have it."
Opening the parchment, he sees the first addition of the Prophecy. The one everyone knows about. When he pages over, the rest of the pages seem blank. He looks up to the man, who doesn't react to the confusion. Maybe taking that as a hint, he continues paging, and maybe after 10 pages, the 2nd addition of the Prophecy is there. Still, the man doesn't react.
"Thank you."
The man smiles. "I'm sure. It will be helpful. It reveals. In the darkest hour. The cycle is key. To know when light fades."
He bids us farewell, leaving us with some kind of encryption to solve. Just based on the layout of the parchment, one might be able to assume that there's 'verses' between the prophecies, foretelling something else, or explaining the prophecy in greater details. Maybe there's a reason he gave it to Fee?
Fee shrugs before I ask. We retrieve Mini as the hour passes, and begin heading back to the hotel. I keep Mini on the top of my head (and fortunately Treat stays comfortably in the Poké ball). Arriving back at the hotel, no one bothers me about Mini. She even takes the time to rub tails with the other Minccino, but it seems Mister Tyke got some special permission to keep her temporarily. Giving me Mini (in an indirect manner) means she's still under his guidance.
Most important part is that we return to our room. I immediately drop onto the bed, resting my eyes for a short amount of time. Just before I slip into the unconscious world, a gentle tickle from Mini keeps me awake. Unfortunately, I don't laugh.
"You should at least shower before going to sleep.", Fee says.
"Drop your bag so I can read one of your books.", I 'respond', waving my hands as if beckoning him to come closer.
He does drop his bag. He heads into the bathroom, looking over his shoulders briefly just before the door closes. From his gaze, I catch the sense that he is still confused, but when he opens his mouth, he simply chuckles to himself. The door closes behind him.