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Who: Sho and whoever
Where: Cherrygrove
When: Feb 5thish?
Summary: Sho is trying to get his thoughts in order and regain enough strength to go train his babies.
Rating: PG for a swear word? IDK.
Log:

There were things he had to think about that he’d never had to think about before. This world was not his world, he didn’t know the rules yet. Sure, he ignored the rules as often as he felt like it, but the truth of the matter is that an artist can only create art that breaks the rules if they know what those are. Without that basis, all you have is garbage. Some things were clear. He couldn’t do anything without these creatures, these pokemon. Much as he disliked working with people, having things work for him was perfectly acceptable in his mind. Indeed, animals; however smart they might be, were far more pleasant an idea than attempting to build up a collection of people who would follow orders.

He didn’t like owing the woman, either. Back in Shibuya? Sure, he’d take advantage of people - although in his own way he paid them back. Megaphone for microphone, for instance. It was even more important in a strange world to keep the equations balanced. Here he was out of his depth, and while he was certain that he’d figure it out soon enough - he didn’t know enough. Not yet. Having someone else to hand while he figured it out? Well, it wasn’t that much different than making a Pact. He’d follow her around and learn alongside this person who, for whatever reason, had nursed him back to health until there was a reason not to do so, and he’d pay her back so that other people looking at him wouldn’t see a sponge unwilling to pull his weight.

He was going to be the fucking best, whatever it took...and he knew that it was going to take a hell of a lot of work. He was many things, was Minamimoto Sho, but lazy wasn’t one of them. A plan of attack; create the best possible team and claw his way to the top of the ranking while looking for a way home. Use this woman to make things easier. Be the best. He’d adjust as he needed to, he wasn’t the kind of person to stick to one plan if something better came along.

These thoughts in mind, Sho was making his way around the town carefully as he worked to rebuild his stamina after so long sick. Sure, RZF was fretting when she wasn’t trying to steal from pockets (his or passers by) but the ex-Reaper was determined.

He'd talk to anyone who wanted to talk, though. It'd be a nice break from walking.

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"I would like that." Sho agreed, flashing a grin at her, "Riemannian Zeta-Function could use training, too. Your Munchlax is far past her, Bell Curve."

"....Belphegor." she corrected, fumbling Wisp's pokeball off of her belt.

⊽ hopped out of Sho's coat eagerly, ears twitching. He was born for this! Even if he was low-level.

"Bell Curve." Sho agreed amiably.

"Belphe." she offered as a compromise, releasing her pokemon in a flash of white light.

The munna hovered a few inches off of the ground, seeming disoriented as she blinked a few times, drifting immediately to a nearby flower to stare at it.

He eyed her, "Bell."

⊽ tilted his head as the Munna drifted off, "Eevee?"

......her decline to argue further on the matter seemed to be her grudging acceptance of the nickname.

Wisp blinked again, immediately zipping over to ⊽ to eye him from this angle, that angle, and the one in between. No, nothing was wrong with her, she was always that way...which was why she had lagged far behind the others in her training.

"You may go first." she offered.

Sho nodded and said, "Tackle!"

"EEVEE!" ...well. One couldn't say that ⊽ wasn't enthusiastic.

Wisp recoiled from the attack, buffeting mid-air before shaking it off.

"Wisp, Defense Curl."

...oh hey, was that a bug? That was totally a bug. Wisp ignored her trainer to watch raptly as a gnat spiraled haphazardly through the air.

"Wisp...!"

Battle. Right. The munna curled in on herself, bolstering her body for future attacks.

⊽ quivered until given the order to tackle again, squeaking joyfully as he did so. Pounce-thirsty little thing that he was.

"Psywave."

Wisp abruptly uncurled, her eyes seeming to dilate as a nearly-invisible shockwave of energy exploded from her forehead to strike the eevee in front of her.

It was a direct hit, and ⊽ staggered, blinking. "Walk it off, ⊽! You can do it!"

With her opponent momentarily incapacitated, Wisp now occupied herself with the pressing matter of a particular pebble on the path, staring at it closely and extending one nubby arm to poke it as, from the sidelines, Hades whickered in annoyance.

Welcome to what Belphe had tolerated the last week or so while trying to train her.

⊽ shook his head, looked at Sho, and when Sho said, "Tackle!" gleefully jumped at the munna again.

The full-on hit combined with Wisp's complete unawareness of it resulted in a critical attack, sending her somersaulting backward with a shrill cry and the pokemon collapsing in a heap at her trainer's feet.

Had it been a wild encounter, Belphegor would have found herself incredibly annoyed at the loss. Though, as it was...

"Well done." she said, unshouldering her backpack to retrieve a potion and apply it to her defeated teammate. In short order, Wisp hopped back to her feet, shaking her head before zipping back into the air to alight gently on Belphe's head, staring at Sho as if she'd only just discovered him.

Sho crouched on the ground and patted his little Eevee boy, "You did good. Keep adding to your equation and you'll catch up in no time."

She stood by, waiting until congratulations had been appropriately handed out before speaking again.

"I had done some reading over the last few days when I could find the time. It appears some of the cities have a gym leader who will reward you with a badge upon defeating them in a pokemon battle. I am made to wonder if collecting all of them is the objective."

"Sounds like a good theory to test." Sho agreed, "Train up our soldiers and take the fight to the gyms."

"It's good that you feel that way. Because our destination has the first of them."

"We'll have to train extra hard, then." Sho stated, making the Eevees put their paws in the air and cheep happily. RZF grumbled, for form's sake, and tugged lightly on Sho's necklace.

"I'll help where I can. Though, I don't intend to move on until I've won."

Beelze huffed up, flexing. She ain't afraid of no Falkner.

"Same." Sho said flatly, "Follow what we can tell of the rules. Can't break them effectively until you know what you're breaking."

At this, she fetched her Gear from her pocket, fussing with it a moment before offering it to him.

"This is what we'd be breaking." she informed him, beginning to walk again to keep them moving. On the screen was an article about Falkner, Violet City's "Elegant Master Of Flying Pokemon".

The photograph accompanying the article was the blue-haired gym leader looking solemnly at the camera, flanked by his Honchkrow, Noctowl, and Pidgeot.

"No. That is where we will go to start learning the rules." Sho said, shaking his head and muttering a string of equations under his breath. He'd been coherent way too long, his mind was starting to wander again.

"All the same, I would advise you to memorize his face. It may not be so recognizable after he's swollen it up crying over his defeat."

While the most laid-back of the seven sisters, it was not to be said that Belphe could not be just as nasty when she was of a mind.

He just cackled at that. "Best way to see him."

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