Seth Halen, Jaden Locke, & Pikachu
Seth looked around, trying to find the trainer he’d crossed paths with earlier that day to see if his Vulpix was with him or not, but search as he might the boy was nowhere to be found. Just as his concern mounted, however, he had a sudden feeling of dread coupled with a minor headache. He turned around to find, of all things, an Alakazam standing behind him and sizing him up. Before he could say anything, the Psi pokemon gripped his shoulder and the vertigo associated with teleportation overtook him.
He half expected to be greeted by Pokemon Club members in some dark, foreboding place when the sensation wore off. What he wasn’t expecting, however, was to come face to face with the very man he’d been looking for. Something was wrong, however; rather than the brash, bullheaded demeanor he’d shown earlier, the boy was almost trembling in fear and worry. Was it because he knew what had happened? Or… was it the Alakazam causing this? Moreover, what was going on?
The Alakazam soon answered his questions; he was a servant of the uncle to Jaden, which was the boy’s name it seemed, and he was here to enlist Seth’s help in retrieving a Pokemon he’d just lost. So it HAD been his Vulpix after all! Seth felt his blood begin to boil. Underhanded trade-ins were one thing, but outright stealing someone else’s Partners?! It was inexcusable!
“I’d help him even without the reward,” he replied,
“Nobody deserves to have that happen.” What happened as a follow-up, however, was nothing short of horrifying. Seth was no stranger to psychic attacks- Dad raised and trained Ralts as a hobby, and Seth himself had grown up around several of them. But as far back as he could remember, he’d never seen a Psychic Type unleash an assault on a trainer like this! And Jaden had just taken it, like it was expected and perfectly normal! Just what kind of man was this uncle of his?!
Seth shook his head back and forth and rushed to where Jaden had practically collapsed. A few checks told him the other boy wasn’t in any long term danger, but he was pretty shaken up. Wait, Seth thought, didn’t he have…? He quickly slung his backpack off, opened a smaller pocket, and dug around in it. His eyes brightened as his hand wrapped around and pulled out a small glass container full of a dark pinkish gelatin and a small spoon. In seconds the lid was unscrewed, and Seth plunged the spoon into the gel and held it out toward Jaden.
“Here, eat this- it’s a Payapa Berry Jam. My dad grows them to snack on when he tutors Psychic types, and he makes them into all kinds of things. It’ll help, I promise.” “I’m f-fine, don’t w-worry about it.” Jaden waved Seth off as he slowly made his way to his feet, wiping the blood from his face as he took a moment to steady himself.
Pikachus large ears twitched as he heard the words berry and jam. He then worked on wiggling out of the bag with the on bulbous cheek. He made some chewing sounds and the large bulge seemed to disappear as he made space for jam. He slowly made his way to Seth clearly cautious but also very hungry still. The yellow fuzz stopped in front of Seth and looked from the spoon to Seth then back.
He was clearly showing what he wanted from the other trainer with zero use of words. It was curious how he didn't, but misty would look past that considering he was basically begging right now.
Seth's eyes widened as the bulge in Jaden's backpack started to squirm, then poked its yellow head out of the top of the zipper. It was a Pikachu! And from the way he was looking at the jam in Seth's hand, he was very hungry.
"Okay, one second then," Seth said as he reached back into the backpack, pulled out a slice of bread, and spread some of the jam on top. Once that was done, he held the jellied bread out toward the Pikachu.
"Go on," he said,
"You can have it." Pikachu twitched his ears and watched as Seth grabbed some bread and smeared the jam on. He tilted his head and looked up at Seth. He then looked back at the bread...a hint of distrust shot through those beady green eyes as if he expected Seth to try to grab him..or hit him. His ears swivled down as he reached at the bread then grabbed it with small racoon like paws. He then held the bread a moment before looking up at Seth again. Large ears swung back up and he actually shot a small smile at Seth before chowing down on the bread with enthusiasm.
As Jaden got himself back into sorts, Maximillian nodded towards Seth, his expression once more calm and gentle, a warm smile on his face.
”I’m very glad that you feel this way and . . . well, seems we may have run into a bit of a pickle.” The Alakazam turned to towards the direction of the coming law enforcement officers, eyes gleaming somewhat as he heard the announcement, clearly sensing the tension and anxiety in the air. Jaden watched them carefully, worried of what the Alakazam might do in this situation. While he may seem cool and collected, Jaden had seem more than enough of Maximillian’s otherside to know that, if a fight broke out, he’d be the the first one to enter and the last one to leave.
Seth glanced at Maximillian distrustfully, but soon turned his attention back to Jaden. “Alright, easy does it, take it slow for bit…” he said as he put the jam away and helped the other boy up. Then he turned his attention back toward the Lodge and the apparent pickle. The first things that caught his eye were the flashing lights that signified the police. Perhaps someone had grown a conscious after all.
“Possibly. If the police are there for the Club, they might shut down and shove off before we can get to wherever it is…” he said with growing concern.
"Wait, look over there! Isn't that...?" He pointed with a finger just over the road, where another van was starting to pull off and away- leaving a lone man desperately trying to keep up on a skateboard and falling ever behind despite his efforts.
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