II. Quarry
I drove downtown in my F-350 slowly, my window half-cracked. Holy Diver by Dio was playing on the radio as I watched thick tree cover give way to progressively more of the cityscape. Hard to believe it’s already been nine years since I started the Gym Circuit, and my hometown’s barely aged a day.
Situated far to west of Sinnoh, Ronac was an immense region that consisted of a huge continental expanse, the Kainos Ocean to its east, and the Sea of Golbania to its south. The oceanic parts were more heavily populated due to their access to imports from other regions; though, it was Darkain Island and Darwin City at the region’s eastern fringes that thrived the most from the trading. On the other hand, most of the mainland communities were on its southeastern third except for a few in the northern mountains and some in western badlands. Pawford was amongst the ones in the southeast, and the easternmost on the continent because it’s located just north of where the seaboard headed to the southwest.
Home to about 9,000 people, the city was like most of Ronac’s seaside towns. Businesses were mostly near the harbor, while residential areas spread out and away from it. The only thing really setting it apart from the others, in terms of layout, was how the north half vanished into dense timberland.
About a block from Main Street, I flipped my left-turn signal on and began to slow. After a pink Cadillac passed, I pulled into the adjacent parking lot. There weren’t many cars in it this morning, so I was able to get a spot close to the building, just a few to the right of the handicapped ones.
One of the town’s two real landmarks, the Pawford Pokémon Center was a fairly large facility in the heart of downtown. It was a four-story, almost square building that took up most of a city block. Dark red bricks adorned most of its exterior, and an A-frame structure marked its midsection. The inner triangle itself was comprised mostly of tinted glass save for its crystal-clear bottom and a red stain-glass ‘P’ near its apex.
I got out and headed for down the path to the building. Under its pavilion, I saw a lone 5’ 7” Latino guy with his back against the pane, smoking a cigarette. He wore a sleeveless dark-green shirt, so his strong arms and broad shoulders were visible. The workpants he was also wearing were tattered near the knees. His dark brown shoes looked quite worn to the point where their steel toes were visible.
The tawny-eyed man took the butt out and raised his hand slightly, then commented, “Well, I’ll be damned. How the hell ya been, Feral?”
“Yo, Rick! What up?” I replied, stopping a couple feet from him.
Enrique Sanchez III and I went a ways back, to preschool even. We used to be the misfits of our class until I became the Circuit Champ, then we drifted apart for a time. Since my loss, though, he was one of the few guys who’d actually give me the time of day anymore.
“Nothin’ much. No work today, so I’ve been hangin’ here,” he said, scratching his thick black locks.
I nodded, noting the stubble on his face. Since he worked out of my dad’s carpet store, I knew that things were slow and, if anything else was a sign of that, it was when Rick let his beard grow out.
“The slow down’s been hell for us on both ends. Keep that in mind,” I then commented, “So, anything else going on?”
“Yeah… Some queer’s been lingering here this morning. One of them ‘oh-my-God-here-he-comes’ gays, too. Has some weird Pokémon that I sure as hell ain’t fought before now.”
“Okay… So, did you kick his ass?”
“Hell no! He took Girafarig and Machamp in two hits apiece. I’m waiting for Daphne to finish treating ‘em. After that, I’m gone.”
“That strong, huh?”
“Yeah. So, what you up to? Grabbin’ a bite, then headin’ out to the woods?”
“Nah, I’m going to IIPS.”
He took a deep inhale to finish his butt. Then, Rick exhaled a thick cloud of smoke and plucked it into the ashtray on his right.
“You know, you made a mistake, Feral…a really big mistake. People like Dr. Barnes, everyone at IIPS, even your old sponsors… They all have their noses stuck so far up their asses they love the smell of their own ****. You get where I’m goin’?”
“Yeah, I guess. But what can I do? She’s one of my mom’s best friends. I can’t just be nasty to her,” I griped.
“Whatever…” he shrugged, shaking his head in distaste.
Rick motioned for the door and opened it. He went inside and I followed.
The hospital’s lobby was mostly like a wide corridor extending from one entrance to the other. Its walls were tan, while the floor was covered with a dark brown office rug. There were occasional benches and chairs against the walls, in which no one currently sat. At the lobby’s heart was a large circular desk; it would’ve been a complete ring if not for a small section missing from each side that faced the corridors.
I saw the heads of three young women behind the counter as we approached. Each sat before one of its six computers; the redheads at the back PCs, while the blonde typed away at the front-center one.
The closer girl was a slim 23-year-old, just slightly taller than Meg. She had fair skin, and her hair done into a bun that rested on the back of her scalp. From what I saw, her attire was a dark blue skirt with a repeating floral pattern of violets and lilacs. I also noticed that she wore a gold crucifix necklace and silver bangles that sparkled with each movement.
She looked up at me with cursing russet eyes and said, “Good morning, Mr. Christie. How may I help you?”
“Um, yeah. Good morning to you as well, Ms. Hawthorn. I’d like my Pokémon examined, if it wouldn’t be too much trouble,” I replied haughtily, taking off my holsters and setting them on the counter.
Josephine suddenly grabbed my wrist and hissed, “Are you really this retarded, Jay? Or do you just fashion yourself some kind of sick joker?” She undid the first ball of my right carrier and clutched it in my palm.
“Dude, you weren’t serious? You remember what Daphne told you the last time she tried to treat Orion!” Rick then whispered.
I snorted at the comment at first. After a few seconds, I cringed at the memory, rubbing my top few vertebrae. The welt was gone, but the pain was as sharp ever. But, who would’ve thought Orion was going to evolve during treatment, let alone a week before my match with Meg?
“Well?” Josephine said, taking a small tray out from under the table, “Rick, do you mind waiting here for a moment? I’ll check on…” She stuttered as she set Apollo’s ball into one of the indents, glancing down the east hall.
“Surprisingly, Jacqueline, there are no known Pokémon that themselves can permanently transform into another species. However, that isn’t to say aren’t those that can’t cause such dire metamorphoses to others,” we heard a woman speak from down it.
Rick and I turned to see a slightly pudgy, five-foot-tall woman walking towards the lobby with a teenage girl in a lavender skirt. The doctor wore a lab coat over her light blue shirt and a pair of black pants. Her shoes were just as white as her cover, and there wasn’t a wrinkle to be found on her clothing. If she weren’t clearly in her 50’s, I could’ve sworn that Josephine was her sister.
“Oh, crap…” I whispered, stuffing Orion’s ball in my pocket.
“I didn’t know that. But what Pokémon could possibly do that, and wouldn’t Ditto be able to transform back on its own?” the brunette asked as they entered the lobby.
“Dolstess and no, it wouldn’t. There’s no known way to revert a victim back when it happens. So, if you want Ditto to stay a Ditto, avoid the south seas of Ronac,” the lady giggled.
“Oh... Um, okay. Well, thank you for treating Ditto, ma’am.”
“Bless your heart, dear. Just take it easy from here on out, okay?” The girl nodded and then headed out the south entrance. Afterwards, Daphne headed behind the counter, next to Josephine.
Setting her digital tablet down, she rolled her eyes and said, “Well, well, well. If it isn’t my absolute favorite trainer in this Podunk little hick town? It’s times like this I wish I’d never moved my family here from Hearthome.”
“Um, goo…” I replied until she interrupted.
“No. I’ve told you over a hundred times. I am not taking any of your bullcrap, Jay Bartholomew Christie. If you’re not going to show me the respect of withholding that nightmare of a Pokémon that you call Orion, I’m just going to deny you our services. It is as simple as that.”
“Um. Mother,” Josephine whispered, tapping on the tray.
Eyeing it, the doctor continued, “Very well. But if you raise Cain in the cafeteria again, I’ll throw you out personally.”
Daphne reached into one of her lab coat’s pockets and took out two Poké Balls. Then, she set them in front of the tray and smiled at Rick.
“Ricky, dear. Your Pokémon are going to be fine, but be careful fighting unfamiliar Pokémon. With bites like the ones Girafarig had, I’m surprised the attack didn’t just snap her neck,” she said to him. He slowly reached for his Pokémon with both hands and picked the balls up.
“Thanks, Doc Hawthorn! Later, Jay,” he said and then turned to leave.
“Yeah. Later!” I told him, grabbing my holsters. As I did, Daphne grabbed both my wrists and leaned over the countertop.
“I mean this with the uttermost prejudice. If I ever catch you with that monster out anywhere on this property, I will kick your sorry ass all the way from here to Mount Coronet in Sinnoh. ¿Comprende?” I nodded; then she took my balls and left.
I took my holders and re-clipped them onto my pockets. Afterwards, I took Orion’s ball back out and looked at it as I went into the west wing.
It was hard to believe he went from a nice little critter to a spoiled brat in the first few years I had him. But it wasn’t until his final evolution that the true nightmare began. And in the months since, Daphne completely transformed into a ferocious beast too. Sometimes I really wondered which one was worse?
As I entered the corridor, something caught the corner of my eye. I turned my head to see three men sitting together on one of the benches.
The tallest was a slim man who sat in the middle with his legs crossed, reading a copy of the “Maritide Messenger.” What really made him stick out, though, was the large afro atop his head; and as if it wasn’t flamboyant enough, the ball was dyed half red and half white. He had on a pair of silken violet-colored pants and a belt with a large golden star-buckle. Also, he wore a pair of black platform shoes with yellow soles.
To his right was a blond guy whose hair flared up into a plume of orange-red tips that looked just as flashy as his. He wore a dark sleeveless shirt and thick brown trousers with a couple cases on his belt. Hunched with his arms between his legs, the thug gave me a smug look, his blue goggles with oval lenses hiding what were probably queer eyes. Returning the expression, I noted he wore fingerless gloves on each hand, one looking a little like a gauntlet.
On Afro’s left, his other partner was also blond from the look of the guy’s sideburns, and wore a goofy black cap with twin white-rimmed humps atop it. This guy wore a red vest with a white stripe around its midsection over a dark long-sleeved shirt. Like his friend, he had on brown pants with several holders clipped to his belt and a pair of red goggles with hexagonal lenses. However, he was too busy looking at Afro’s newspaper to notice me…or so it appeared.
“Hey, boss,” I heard Plume-top say as I returned my gaze forward.
“Hmm…” a cheery voice said, followed by some whispers, “Really? Now this I must see.”
Passing a couple doors, I stopped before of the two for the cafeteria. I pushed the right one open and went inside.
The clinic’s commons was a fairly large room with numerous tables taking up its middle two thirds and outer sixths. There were several food tables set up against the far wall, but surprisingly few trainers in here at all this morning. It was rare to ever see the place so empty.
I immediately headed for the buffet and grabbed a plate.
Pancakes, bacon, sausage, ham, eggs… Skimming and scanning the food in the heating pans, I finally came across the one that I’d been craving all morning. I took the tongs and stacked several large golden biscuits onto my plate. Then, I put the tongs back and took the scoop of the adjacent sausage gravy and slathered my plate with the sauce.
Quickly, I took my food to a nearby table and set it alongside a prearranged set of silverware. I took my cell out and sat. Putting the phone next to my plate with Poké Ball, I unfolded the napkin, took fork and knife in hand, and started wolfing down the food.
When I was halfway done, I checked my phone’s clock. A little before eight o’clock… The ferry to Maritide I wanted to catch left around twenty after. Since it was a straight shot down Main Street to the docks, I wasn’t worried about getting there in time, though Barnes’s over-punctuality kept me a little on-edge.
I finished the remaining food and then went for seconds. This time I took a smaller serving, three sausages and a waffle with strawberries and whipped topping slopped atop it.
Upon sitting to my table, one of the doors opened wide. Daphne entered the room and zigzagged between the tables towards me.
“So, what’s the word?” I asked her when she got to my table.
She looked up from her tablet and uttered, “You… You are either the luckiest SOB in the world, or the unluckiest…”
“And that means…” My gut tightened with anxiety.
“While Apollo and Sheila are fine, Spunky pulled the muscles in one of his hind legs. Now, the thing I can’t believe is that you didn’t bring him in days ago to get it checked out and so I could give him pain reliever,” she said critically as she dropped my balls in front of me.
I rolled my eyes and she continued, “Oh, for the love of Christ… Don’t you care about your Pokémon anymore? I remember the day you came in here to get your first Pokémon from Kyle. You were a bright-eyed, bushy-tailed little kid clinging hard to his mommy and nervous as all hell about getting a Fire Pokémon from the local Gym Leader. To see you go from that to this is simply pathetic.”
“Hey, b…”
She cut me off, “If Spunky’s in that condition, I can hardly imagine how much pain Orion must be in.”
I reached for Orion’s ball and taunted, “Well, if you really want to find out.”
As I enlarged it, she immediately grabbed my wrist. A long moment passed, and I finally released my grip on the orb and she did hers on me.
“Just finish eating and get out of my sight,” she finished and then headed out.
Several moments after she was gone, Spunky came out of his ball. When he appeared off to my left, the wolf sat on the floor and stared at me with his mouth wide open.
“Loop!” he barked.
“Sorry, buddy,” I replied, petting his locks. No doubt he was hungry, but it would have to wait until we got to the ferry.
“Poodle…” he grumbled, pulling back a little and then sniffing my hand. Then, he licked it a few times.
I went back to my meal and started eating the waffle. Spunky set his maw on the table, just a short distance from my plate. He inched closer and closer to it, licking his chops. Suddenly, my sausages were gone!
“Spunky!” I yelled, watching him eat the three links in one bite. When he finished, the wolf belched loud enough for it to echo through the commons.
I shrugged and went back to eating my waffle. After I was done, I stood and put my Poké Balls back into their holders, and my phone into my pocket. The two of us then left the cafeteria.
On our way back to the reception desk, I noticed that the three men from before were gone. Good riddance, I’d say.
“Bye, Jay!” Josephine said. I raised my hand and nodded as we passed her station.
Rounding the corner, I saw the threesome though the windows, standing about halfway down the sidewalk. Before exiting, I stopped at the door and stared at Afro for a long moment.
He and his ‘butt buddies’ were facing away from the building, but I could see he was wearing a formfitting shirt that matched his pants. Furthermore, he had a gaudy yellow scarf around his neck. Damn, did Rick call this one!
I took Orion’s ball back out and clutched it tightly as Spunky and I exited.
“Poodle?” he asked me, quivering. I pressed the button holding the orb closed the second we were outside.
In the released flash, the silhouette of a six-foot tall man appeared a couple feet off to my left, or so he looked due to his midnight pelt; his short maw and long bushy tail easily broke that illusion, however. This beast had beautiful emerald eyes, behind which thin white lines crept up his brow until vanishing under his thick dreadlocks. A pair of semi-ellipse ears stuck up on the sides of his head and twitched slightly as he blinked. Orion’s twin stripes returned as cascades of small slanted lines down his backside, until reaching the base of his tail. There, they merged into a solid streak that flowed up the middle of the appendage and fanned out widely across its curled end.
Striking the ground gently with the end of his bow-staff, the Skunter yawned, his breath smelling like rotten meat. I could see some of his teeth, all of them like a person’s except for his sharper incisors.
“Poodle! Loop!” Spunky whined, trying to hide behind me.
Orion growled, focusing the black center of his eye on Spunky and me. Then, he shut it lazily.
“This should scare the hell out of ‘em…” I said. Orion snorted, slinging the bow-staff he carried over his right shoulder like a club. Next, the two of us headed for the trio, with Spunky lagging behind.
“What luck, Miror! First we pull that easy heist, and now there’s this opportunity!” the guy with the cap said to Afro on his right.
“Yeah, Trudly!” his buddy on the other side added.
“Aye! So, we’re gonna be hoggin’ the freaking sidewalk all day, are we, mateys?” I commented in the worst pirate accent I could do.
“What?” Trudly replied as he turned around.
“Argh! So it’s butt pirates ye be, right?” I cackled.
“Butt pirates! Who are you calling ‘butt pirates,’ numb-nuts?” the other guy said, turning around.
“Yeah. Nice comeback.”
“Oh, it’s on!” the guy replied reaching into his pocket. Spunky roared harshly at him, and the gangster-wannabe froze.
“Now, now, now! Boys, boys, boys! There’s no need for all these hostilities! After all, we’re all friends here, right?” Miror said as he pivoted with his right arm firmly pressed on his side. Doing so, I was now able to see his star-shaped sunglasses, dangling earrings, and that a portion of his shirt was open.
He looked at me for a moment, then Spunky, and finally Orion. With a grin, he nodded, causing his afro to bob up and down wildly.
“O-ho-ho-ho! What have we here?” he giggled, afro bobbing wildly as he nodded, “All that fuss over a silly little Skuntank?”
“Skuntank!” Orion barked, and then swung his stick at Miror. The man jumped back quickly, but fell to the ground as the weapon just missed his head.
“Hey, ****! I may be a Pokémon but that doesn’t make me retarded!” the beast continued, holding the staff overhead like he was ready for a deathblow.
Stunned his flunkies just gawked. Miror, however, remained relatively calm, cracking a self-righteous grin as the predator loomed over him.
“That thing…” Trudly said.
“Can talk!” his pal finished.
Unknown to most, Orion’s species was one of the very few that could actually learn human languages without it being a form of mimicry. As to how the skunks were able to, that was really up for debate. Some thought it an adopted trait from the Dallinos who once raised them, while others speculated it was a bizarre evolutionary fluke. By breeding or by chance, it didn’t matter to me, though it shocked everyone who didn’t know about it.
“Oh, posh! I bet you really think you’re something with this doll, Feral,” Miror commented.
Orion dropped his weapon and crouched over the man. Then, he grabbed onto the disco dork’s throat with both hands and lifted him into the air, claws almost puncturing his skin and eyes full of hate. A great feeling of bloodlust filled my body.
“I bet you think you’re pretty smart, don’t you? Trying my patience like this?” Orion and I asked as the man choked trying to cackle.
“Lupudle!” Spunky yelped.
“Shut up, Spunky!” the two of us then barked. After a second, Orion let Miror go.
“Are you insane?” Trudly quivered, “This thing’s a monster!” The skunk punched the thug in his side.
“That’s for being a dumbass! You were the ones who insulted me!” Orion said, ending his Soul Share with me.
“Ha! You’re the idiot, skunk-man! We can get you put down for assaulting a stander-by!”
“Only if the damage is mortal. A sucker punch doesn’t mean crap to the authorities here. Been that way since ’91!” I snickered.
“Then I’ll…”
“Enough, boys!” Miror said, reaching in his left pocket.
“So, what do ya say?” he continued, taking out two Poké Balls.
“I don’t do two-on-two.”
“Fine by me,” he smirked, putting one away.
“Just get your asses over there!” I retorted, pointing to the grass area right of the sidewalk.
Miror and his flunkies immediately headed over to the end closest to the parking lot. Orion picked up his staff and twirled it around once before slamming its tip on the ground. Spunky growled at him, irritated.
“This’ll be quick,” he commented as we headed for the opposite side of the field.
Spinning around once and then pointing his right arm skyward, Miror concluded, “Music, boys!”
“Right!” Plume-top replied, taking a small radio out of one of his belt’s canisters. He turned it on and it started playing the song Thriller by Michael Jackson.
“Destail! Be a dear, won’t you?” the boss said, releasing his creature.
In a darkened halo, the silhouette of a 7’ 6” bird appeared. The jade avian had a massive wingspan reaching over ten feet from each side his fairly slim body, as well as a slender neck. His crown was adorned with golden down that descended like tresses, and a contour feather that sprouted up from between his alluring teal eyes. On his chest, Destail had a triangle bisected counterclockwise into sea green, nocturne, magenta, purple, sky blue, and lilac. Likewise, the bird’s draping wing feathers had odd but intriguing colors; their green tops gave way to large black markings that thinned as they reached from near his chest to the wingtips, and purple areas underneath the ‘grin’ gave way to nine distinct feather tips with teal teardrops at their middles.
“Des. Des,” the peacock spoke in a low baritone, “Destail?”
The centers of his eyes shifted between Spunky, Orion, and I. Orion stepped forward and snorted.
“Something wrong…” he then whispered.
“Destail! Show him that fabulous Liar’s Prance of yours!” Miror sang.
“Des!” the bird cried, covering his chest symbol with his left wing and raising his head.
Then, he put his right leg forward and slowly started sashaying from side to side, alternating between his wings as he approached. Orion crouched slightly in turn, watching the fowl’s movements closely.
During the waltz, Destail raised and spread out his three large tail feathers to form an imposing purple fan with semi-circular tips behind him. He immediately hid the center one to conceal the triangular symbol on it, leaving only part of the silver area in its center visible. Meanwhile, the two slanted white ovals with hazel irises near the tops of the other two focused their view on Orion, and then the bird revealed his breast symbol tauntingly.
Orion leapt into the air, twisting his body around so that he faced the building at the top of his arc. Then, he dropped onto Destail’s shoulders feet first, pinning the bird belly-down.
The huntsman took his staff overhead again and thrust it at the peacock’s head. A decisive blow, for certain, until the target vanished and the Pokémon struck dirt instead.
“What the hell!” Orion barked, facing Miror.
He then charged the man holding his staff in both hands. Brutally thrusting it into his gut, Orion knocked the queen several feet backward, leaving him stunned as he fell onto the sidewalk.
“Poodle…” Spunky whined.
I took out Orion’s ball and went over by him. Trudly and Plume-top just gawked at Orion as the beast stood over his quarry, the tip of his staff pressed against the man’s Adams Apple.
“What… What is this thing…?” Trudly stuttered.
“The Forest’s Shadow…” I answered.
“Get…him…off! Get him off!” Miror finally whined, his life threatened.
“About damn time you show some fear!” he yipped, lifting his weapon above his head again.
“Enough!” I grabbed his shoulder.
Instantly he threw me off. I fell onto the ground and watched him just glare at me. Snorting, Orion turned back around and growled at Miror.
“Death comes to those who taunt Him. Remember that…” he muttered before moving off to the man’s side and looking away.
Miror stood up again slowly. I sat up too.
“That thing should be euthanized! It’s a total monster” he yelled.
“****! You were the ones who kept insulting him.”
“W-well… F-Folly! T-Trudly! L-let’s go!” he stuttered and then walked away. His flunkies followed without a word.
“Good riddance!” I told him as I got back on my feet.
Spunky sidled up next to me and looked at Orion. The skunk huffed and grumbled to himself for a long moment. Then, he slung his staff over his shoulder again and turned to us.
“So, what’s the plan of action?” he asked, eyes glistening with an unusual sereneness.
“You’re going back in your ball until we get to the ferry,” I commented, taking the device out.
“Whatever…” he replied, turning his gaze to the heavens. I recalled him and put his ball away.
“Poodle?” Spunky whimpered.
Crouching down by him, I pet his scruff and said, “I know that was harsh, but we’ll be laughing our asses off later.”
“Loop!” he yipped joyfully.
I didn’t know what those guys were up to, but I guess it really didn’t matter. One way or another, I got my thrills for the morning. Now, to get to Maritide!
<End Chapter Two>
Ronac Fakedex
Dex #20: Skunter:
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Classification: Huntsman Pokémon
Types: Dark and Psychic
Height: 6’
Weight: 94 lbs
Sex Ratio: 100% Male
Ability: Belligerence-Skunter will never obey any of its trainer’s commands, even with badges, but the base power of his physical attacks and their accuracy more than double.
Nature: One of the world’s most hostile land-based predators, Skunter is feared as the “Shadow of the Forest.” His species itself lives by its own tribal laws and rarely associates with outsiders, save for the ancient Dallinos who once raised them and treated them as equals. Because of this, they were the first species to develop speaking abilities analogous to that of Man (though this isn’t evident in the games). As far as the pseudo-humanoids go, Skunter is by far the most cunning and physically adept (meaning his Attack stat is sky-high even without his overwhelming ability).
Family: Skunter is the adult form of the male Skunette, both sexes of which evolve into Skunanne at 25 (though that in itself is a task with the baby’s Innocence ability permanently wipes clean the stat, level, and evolutionary gains of all Pokémon that come across it, save for when it holds an item that isn’t a berry. Known moves remain but everything else gets set back to level one for all Pokémon, except for members of this family as well as my Dragonite-rank wolves, Doxi and Nostalgia series legendaries). Male Skunanne who haven’t had any alteration to their contest attributes or base stats will evolve into Skunter at Level 60. However, Females with high Beauty and with both Special stats increased by Calcium and Zinc no less than three times will evolve into Skuntress.
Line-specific Moves: Mind Stab (Skunter’s signature move, this involves the Pokémon vaulting skyward in the first part of the turn and then diving brutally onto its opponent with weapon aimed at its head at the end of it to cause an instant KO), Siren’s Wrath (Skuntress’s signature move, this involves the Pokémon conjuring up all its malice and singing a wicked chant that summoning the Dallinos spirit of death, a lupine creature known as Ah-kyi Os, to the battlefield to spirit away the opponent’s consciousness, thus causing an instant KO), Sleep Spray (a thick musk is sprayed in the target’s face, gluing shut its eyes and seeping it is nose. The chemical numbs the victim’s senses and dulls its reflexes to the point where it becomes fully sedated. This lasts between 5 and 8 turns, works regardless of ability or type, and cannot be counteracted by items or Early Bird), Pepper Spray (a horrible eye-irritant is sprayed in the target’s face. This cuts the victim’s accuracy in half for between 5 and 8 turns), Vile Musk (the most powerful Poison-type attack, it involves the user blasting its target with a super-heated chemical spray, causing a sure-fire burn. However, the user can’t attack the next turn out of fatigue), Run-Through (the user runs headlong into the foe, skewering it with a javelin, spear, or some such weapon, and doesn’t stop until it hits a wall. It’s very powerful and sure to paralyze, but very unlikely to hit), Siren Song (the user sings a beautiful nocturne that Infatuates all opposite gendered regardless of ability), Heartbreaker (the Pokémon thinks terrible thoughts that it then transfers to the opponent to depress it and then translates that into real damage. If the target is infatuated, this has twice its normal power and snaps it out of that condition. If it’s asleep and infatuated, the opponent gets locked into a nightmare), Lunar Miracle (the user summons the power of pure moonlight to fully revive itself two turns after it gets knocked out, restoring health and PP. However, this can only be used with health is literally in the red)
Lifespan: 62 years
Dex #36: Destail:
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Classification: Enchanter Pokémon
Types: Dark and Flying
Height: 7’ 6”
Weight: 139 lbs
Sex Ratio: 100% Male
Ability: Hostile-Destail’s Attack and Special Attack stats increase a level every turn whenever it faces a same-gendered or neutered opponent, but those stats decrease two levels each turn when facing an opposite-gendered one.
Nature: Infamous as a seducer, Destail spends his lifetime building a harem of many birds from almost every species imaginable. As much effort as he puts into it, the size can become unbearable for even him to sustain and so it dissipates over time. Those caught in his twisted web are completely powerless due to his angelic voice and suave movements.
Family: Destail is a bit awkward. It evolves from the male Temptail (the female never evolves), but only when it’s holding onto the Desire Fan, the trainer possesses the Modesty Crystal, and the Pokémon levels up at dusk.
Line-specific Moves: Down Muffler (molts and then stuffs enemy’s mouth with fluffy down to silence it for the next turn), Daydreamer (learned only by female Temptail, this move causes her to daydream about her lover the first turn, and then strike in horrid frenzy the next. It never misses, might cause flinching, and does double damage to a same gendered foe), Bacchus’ Trot (Destail dances around the field with ever-increasing momentum to sharply increase his speed and evasiveness), Lair’s Prance (a bizarre dance, in which Destail taunts his foe into getting close and then takes to the air to jab it with his beak. This move never misses), Mirage Dance (Destail performs his signature move by doing an erotic dance that Infatuates female Pokémon and deals damage/confuses male/neutered Pokémon), Final Waltz (Destail performs a ritualistic dance with its opponent, which ends with a curse that finishes off both Pokémon at once)
Lifespan: 18 years