#edna the blaziken

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Elliot gently closes the front door in which he entered from and kicks his shoes off before putting them into a little shoe shelf that has been left near the exit.

He leans through the entrance to the lounge-room, hearing that the television is on, thus presuming the presence of any of his housemates.

ELLIOT: "Hey. Anyone else home?"

EDNA: "I believe they're out to the museum today."

ELLIOT: "Oh shit. I completely forgot about that! I was meant to go with them!"

EDNA: "It's okay. One of Mausa's friends showed up and went with them instead."

ELLIOT: "Oh. Thank god I didn't waste a ticket spot or anything then. Haha. Ah. So uh. What'cha doin'?"

SERENE: "New season of the scary fuckin' show dropped, wanna join?"

ELLIOT: "Ah, no thank you, don't plan on having nightmares thanks."

SERENE: "Your loss then pussy!"

ELLIOT: "Well this pussy is gonna be in his room so knock if you need me."

SERENE: "Got it chief!"

Elliot leaves with a wave and heads into his room upstairs.

Elliot is open to general asks.

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INTEL: “Alright alright uh. Names. You keep calling each other Blaziken and Swellow. You have names right? Like names given from parents? Or yourself! You can name yourself. I named myself Intel. I’m Intel the Raferno. I’m a crossbreed between a Raboot and a Monferno. I named myself because I like the name. Do you two have names? You gotta have names right?”

The two look at each other.

BLAZIKEN: “I do not recall. My trainer just called me Blaziken.”

SWELLOW: “Trainer called me Swellow. That’s my name.”

INTEL: “No that’s just. That’s your species names! Did. Did you not get a name from your parents? Did your trainer not give you a nickname!?”

They both shake their head.

INTEL: “My fucking Christ... This is bad... Do. Do you want to have names? You guys can name yourself. Or you can like take your time- Wait are you guys hungry or anything? When was the last time you ate?”

BLAZIKEN: “Last time... Healing at the Pokemon Center. We had some food there after the match.”

SWELLOW: “Water too.”

Intel sighs as he sits back down.

INTEL: “Okay so you’re. Okay? Right now? Even knowing you’ve missed 17 years of your life?”

BLAZIKEN: “Well our lives were simply battle after battle ever since hatching so. Guess so.”

INTEL: “Christ all mighty...”

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Despite the pleas of an anon trying to calm them down, Intel does not follow their instructions. And instead, their panicked body flowing with adrenaline takes over and begins to rip tape off of the balls.

They take off the tape on one ball, then put it behind them. Then another, and chucks the next ball behind them, and as they see bright red light appear behind them. They realize that maybe throwing the thing that has a throw to open mechanism was not such a smart idea.

As soon as they turn around they lean down backwards towards the floor as two pokemon from the two poke-balls they un-taped stand now in front of them.

A Blaziken stands tall with a tight collar like necklace with a stone with a cat’s eye pattern adorning it. A Swellow stands leaning backwards away from Intel, with a Flame Orb strapped to their chest. It seems very warm.

The two are open for questions.

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INTEL: “Oh. Uh. These are a Blaziken and Swellow-”

ELLIOT: “Well I can see that.”

INTEL: “Elliot. Let me finish.”

ELLIOT: “Sorry, continue.”

INTEL: “I found a box covered in dust. Balls taped shut. Opened two. These guys/gals/whatever were in there. They last remember being out battling in 2003. It’s 2020. That’s a clear problem. They haven’t done anything else in life other than battle. And they don’t have names.

ELLIOT: “. . . That’s not good.”

INTEL: “YEAH IT FUCKING ISN’T!”

ELLIOT: “Okay yeah I know don’t yell at me.”

INTEL: “HOW HAVE YOU NOT GONE IN HERE AND FOUND THIS BEFORE!?”

ELLIOT: “I wasn’t allowed in here Intel. This is Lorien’s room and he wouldn't let me in here.”

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INTEL: “Probably cause he didn’t wanna fucking...”

BLAZIKEN: “You’re mad correct? If you are mad then...”

ELLIOT: “We should get the box of balls and use it as evidence to the police about not only neglect against Ardel but also. Uh. This. Whole thing. We can get help or something. But I need to find my pokeball and Ardel’s ball.”

INTEL: “Oh. Yeah.”

Elliot walks around the room searching through things for the balls. Eventually finding them in a bedside drawer. Recognizing them from simple labels made with marking tape and sharpie. Elliot’s says Cosplay Pikachu while Ardel’s says Mightyena. Fun.

He holds them carefully, as to not set his own off and return himself.

Walking back over to the door he sees two balls on the floor. He attempts to pick one up out of curiosity but Intel, Blaziken and Swellow instantly jump to their feet in a fighting stance, Intel on purpose but after they jump up to fight the unnamed pokemon flinch for a second then go back to a regular standing position. Not really aware why they jumped up. Was it in fear? Of... being returned? Were they not showing it as they were used to from battling?

INTEL: “Don’t fucking touch those!”

Elliot puts the own two balls he was holding down before raising his hands up and backing up.

INTEL: “If you even think of returning those two I will fucking stomp you to death with my paws!”

ELLIOT: “Sorrysorrysorry Holy Shit. I didn’t know okay. I was just picking it up.”

INTEL: “Fucking. Give them here I can break them they don’t have to be returned ever again!”

ELLIOT: “No Intel don’t. We can keep it and get the sent out and return records at the police station. We can ask for the records if they can the balls.”

Intel looks pissed but ends up picking up the balls and even picking up Elliot and Ardel’s balls.

INTEL: “Fine but I’ll fucking take them cause I don’t trust you with them okay.”

ELLIOT: “If that’s what you want then i’ll let you. Plus then I can’t accidentally return myself with my ball. You take them.”

With a huff Intel shoves the poke-balls into his built in Rabbit scarf.

ELLIOT: “May I ask by the way about the bags full of things.”

INTEL: “Absolutely not.”

ELLIOT: “Okay.”

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The Blaziken takes a step towards Intel, Looming over the Rabbit-Monkey hybrid.

BLAZIKEN: “Why am I not on a battlefield. This is not a suitable place to fight and I do not see my trainer. Even if this was a battle it would be unfair as you only have your side consists of you... Rabbit. And mine consists of Blaziken and Swellow. You are out numbered. Where is your partner in this double battle-”

INTEL: “No no stop! This isn’t a battle! I didn’t mean to release you out- Well I did but I can explain but please don’t fight me I don’t want to battle. Your trainer isn’t here right now...”

BLAZIKEN: “Then explain.”

INTEL: “I will but. Only if you sit down. I’m scared with you standing above me.”

BLAZIKEN: . . . “Alright. Blaziken and Swellow will sit down.”

The Blaziken keeps a trained eye on Intel as they properly sit up cross legged. Blaziken sits down in a squatting like position while Swellow sits down like a bird does.

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Intel seems to be sitting down cross legged with his face in his hands, rubbing his eyes with his paw digits.

SWELLOW: “. . . Are you okay Intel Raferno?”

INTEL: “It’s just. It’s Just Intel. You don’t have to add Raferno onto the end. And. No not really. It’s just. I came here with my friends who are in another room because. We came here to get things from the house because two of the friends live here and they don’t want to anymore because the trainer was keeping money away that the Pikachu was earning and the trainer wasn’t giving the Mightyena the attention and love they deserved and they’re just an asshole like- look at you two. You were in a ball in a box under a bed covered in dust. They didn’t care about you! To them you two were probably just a tool to earn cash in battle tournaments. They didn't care! They just wanted to use you for personal gain!”

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INTEL: “Sorry it’s just. I used to be in a poke ball but I kept setting it off because I didn’t like being in it and because I wouldn’t obey by entering the ball the trainer chucked me out into an orphanage for unwanted Pokémon. So it’s just scary because. I’m 10 years old! You’ve been in those poke-balls longer than I’ve been alive. And that could have happened to me probably if I stayed in the poke ball that the trainer i used to have and- it’s just scary. Thinking about that.”

BLAZIKEN: “. . . I see. That does make sense of how that would scare you. As to be completely fair. I don’t even know my correct age now since of the time warping of those poke-balls.”

SWELLOW: “I’m not very aware of how old I am either. All I know is that. I grew, got stronger and I’m not a minor.”

BLAZIKEN: “Mm. Same.”

INTEL: “Geeze. Well. Uh-”

The Raferno’s eyes drift to the door and stay there causing the other two Pokémon to turn to look as well.

ELLIOT: “I was going to say ‘Hello Intel just asking to know if you found my ball or Ardel’s ball yet and that I changed my shirt’ but I don’t think that is the thing I should be asking right now.”

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arc 2 ; up and away ; epilogue ; part 2

Intel remembers they got out of the station at sunrise. The things he had to sit there and watch them do diligently were so fucking boring. But he did it for the sake of the Blaziken and Swellow. He wants to help them learn about their freedom and stuff.

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He remembers earlier before hand having Ardel give him a few pokedollars to spend on food once they got hungry.

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Intel ended up taking Blaziken and Swellow to get some fast food. Because... It’s cheap.

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Turns out the Blaziken really likes slurpies and Swellow will happily down fries.

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Intel bugged the two on what they wanted to name themselves throughout the day as Intel walked them back to his home.

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They decided later that day what they wished to be called.

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The Blaziken chose the name Edna. Simply because it was nice to say.

The Swellow chose the name Burst. After the move they know named Boomburst.

They were both happy with their decisions and Intel was happy to call them something other than their species name.

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Days later they found themselves sitting in the backyard of the house Intel and the others called their home. It was the afternoon and the sun was setting. Elliot could be seen face first in a fuse box trying to figure out what the hell was wrong with it while Ardel ran around chasing Mausa after having been tagged in a game of tag.

Things seemed... fine. They seemed good for now.

Things had calmed down.

If things stayed like this... Intel wouldn’t mind at all.

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