#Adaman fell hard man he really did.

[a-tale-of-legends]

*throws this and runs*

[imfluentinfangirlandgay]

Wye Junction - Ch 3

Emmet goes about his business as Electrode's Warden. Ingo refuses to give up on his missing caboose.

Word Count: ~1400

“So, anything else come to you yet?” 

Emmet recalled his last Pokemon, fighting off the sudden wave of disappointment he felt. He had lost. For the first time since arriving in Hisui, he had lost. 

“Hmm.” Nope! Not really. He relayed this to Rei, who watched him with interest. 

“Aww man, I was really hoping it would help. Maybe next time I can bring other Pokemon and see if they help! You said you remembered having a long electric type right? Maybe I can find it! And I can battle you with it!”

Electric, weak to ground type, invest in a ground-type or a Pokemon with Lightning Rod ability - wait abilities are not things that exist, why- 

“Perhaps! I hope you ride the Subway again!” Emmet pointed at the boy in the way he often did, making him smile. 

“Do you know what that even means?” Rei asked him. 

“Nnnope! Not a clue!” Emmet grinned broadly. 

Rei laughed. “We should do this again sometime. Do you have stuff to do?” 

Emmet nodded, letting Crobat back out and beginning to work on healing it with potions. “Yes. I must check in with my Lord and ensure the lights are on in Wayward Cave. Adaman wished to discuss the state of the Highlands with me.” 

Rei mirrored what Emmet was doing with his Typhlosion, offering it pats and a berry as he gently took its paw and applied a poultice to it. “Ok! I’m nearly finished with the Pokedex now and Volo seems interested in showing me something so I might drop off the map for a day or two. I’ll be around though just to have a battle!” 

Emmet grinned brilliantly. “I am Emmet. I like winning more than anything else. I will not hold back.”

“Good.” Rei finished up and stood from his crouched position. “It was cool to see you again! I feel like I remembered a little bit from that battle, but its hard to tell at this point. We need to battle again! I gotta go, but I’ll see you around!” 

Emmet waved goodbye as the boy took off, calling Lord Braviary to pick him up and fly him out over the Highlands, back to Jubilife. Emmet focused his attention back on his team, allowing his hands to fiddle idly with the healing materials as he fell into the simple routine of healing. 

It had been two weeks since Lord Electrode had been quelled. That was the event that stuck out the most in Emmet’s mind, though the sky cracking and turning red and Rei having to fight multiple deities single handedly was also a rather big one, too, Emmet supposed. His Lord had been sticking close to Emmet since his quelling, which Emmet was more than happy about. The first several days, he did not want to let Electrode out of his sight, worried that somehow he would get quelled again or fall under some other danger that Emmet could not foresee. It was not until Adaman had come and almost physically pried him away that he’d stopped being such a mother Ursaring over his Lord. (Not that his Lord had minded. He had seemed to enjoy the attention, in fact.) 

Between the quelling of Electrode, the quelling of Lord Avalugg soon after, and then getting banned from the town of Jubilife and having to fix the entire world, Emmet had not been able to see the boy much. He rather liked him! He really did! The boy reminded him of… someone, though he could not say who. He had great skill in battle and with Pokemon and he was always so positive and excitable. It made Emmet long for something, though he could never be sure of what. And he seemed intent on helping Emmet remember his past. Which was a bonus. No one else had ever been this dedicated to helping Emmet. 

He would do something nice for the boy, Emmet decided. Had he mentioned needing some Pokemon for his compilation? Emmet strained to remember. Unfortunately, he could not think of anything. So maybe that was out. Perhaps he could get some healing items! Though the boy seemed rather adept at making his own things… did he need ingredients? His bag had been close to bursting with things… hmmm…

Ah, yes! Emmet would train his team to become even stronger. Perhaps he could change some members around so that he could provide some surprise to him! That would work! Perfect!

Emmet grinned as he went about his duties, now with a goal in mind. He had a couple days to prepare for the next time he ran into Rei. He would finish here and then find some new Pokemon! Yes, it was perfect! It would give Emmet something to do! 

—----------------

“That’s…” Ingo felt his chest tighten. “That’s his handwriting. He’s… that’s him. I had no doubts, but…” Ingo looked critically at the worn leather book in his hands. It was yellowed with age, practically ancient, stained and torn. 

But the words, written in an odd ink that Ingo could not readily identify, likely harvested from some ancient Octillery or perhaps some plant, spelled out words that Ingo would recognize if he were dead. 

I am Emmet. 

This only worked to further prove to Ingo that Emmet was, in fact, in the past, somehow. Ingo’s mind reeled. How had he gotten there? Cynthia had offered no explanation for that, other than how some history books were changing even as they sat and looked over them, almost before their very eyes. 

“I must find him.” Ingo lifted his eyes from the book, gently placing it back down. “I must bring him home, by any means necessary. He does not belong in the past.” 

Cynthia, a blonde woman wearing all black (something he could appreciate), sat across from his and Elesa at the table they occupied, showing them the artifacts that her people had just uncovered recently. “I agree, though I do not yet know how to get there. You see, Sinnoh’s Champion, Lucas, also disappeared a couple months ago. We were not sure where he went… until I saw this.” She slid another piece of paper across the table to him. It was a photograph. 

In it was a boy, maybe the age of fourteen or fifteen, with dark hair and dark eyes. He wore a colored cap and a bright scarf and odd clothing, grinning as he posed with a peace sign on his fingers in front of a very odd-looking Typhlosion. It had long ears and a dopey grin and odd, ghostly flames emerging from the back of it. 

“That’s him. Lucas. He…” she trailed off. “I do not want to alter history too much, but they seem to be doing it as we speak. I do not know if it would be detrimental to the timeline or not if we were to go get them somehow-”

Ingo stopped listening. Truthfully, he didn’t give a single Rattata’s ass about the timeline. The timeline was already messed up because his twin brother was in the wrong part of it. And he was going to get him back. One way or another. 

“I see.” Ingo realized he had interrupted, but oddly enough found that he did not care. “I will devise a new schedule. I will return with my other car in tow. I will not remain uncoupled from him. In the process, I can bring you your Champion back.” 

“Ingo-” Elesa started, but his booming voice interrupted her. 

“I will not be delayed. I am part of a two-car train, and it cannot run on the tracks without its partner. I will find my brother. I will bring him home. Any way I can.” Elesa stopped talking, looking at him with wide eyes. He rarely used this version of his voice, with a razor’s edge seeping into the tone he used, ready to cut not only the silence, but any opposition he faced. He knew his eyes were empty. He knew he looked too severe, too cold, too gone. 

He was done. He wanted to feel again, and to do that, he needed Emmet. 

Nothing else was said as he stood and left the room, Chandelure emerging from her ball and following him, sensing his distress. If he was not going to have help, so be it. He was getting Emmet back with or without aid. He was a Subway Boss. He was capable of tracking trains, he did it for a living. 

He had his brother in his sights. He just had to jump tracks…

[Start] - [Previous] - [Next]

taglist: @ruyi-years