Yes, another five month wait, I really, really need to pick my butt up off the ground a lot earlier. Sigh...
Before we get to the meat, I think we need to acknowledge a reviewer:
Maybe she will, maybe she won't... this chapter may tell...
Maybe Haley will realize Sapph isn't a member of Team Shadow when he's the first face she sees. Either that, or she'll get more suspicious, believing it was him who stopped her from chasing her dad etc.
The wait is finally over! Hope the lack of battles makes this interesting enough...
Very much looking forward to Chapter 47.
A couple of disclaimers:
1, Josephine Harris, Rachel Savina, Paul Oak and Tempest are all property of Legendarian Mistress on PokeCommunity Forums.
2, The writer does not condone Pokemon on human anything, let alone violence. No one was harmed in the making of this chapter.
...and 3, this chapter is dedicated to longtime reviewer Shadow Lucario. Happy birthday, buddy.
Chapter Forty Seven: Tricks of the Trade
“What do you mean, ‘I can’t see Ms. Kent’?” Sapph blurted out. “Says who?”
“I mean you can’t see her, on the Pokémon League Commission’s authority,” the receptionist replied, a middle-aged, bored-looking woman who didn’t seem fazed by Sapph’s outburst in the slightest bit. Blowing out a pink bubble which popped after a few seconds, she pulled it back into her mouth to resume chewing as she said, “Not to mention hospital policy...”
“Well, that sounds stupid,” Sapph countered flatly. “Why would that be the case?”
Chewing for another minute, the woman looked at Sapph and drawled, “You don’t seem like the shiniest pokéball on the belt. If I do explain, will you leave? You’re causing a ruckus.”
Gazing into the boy’s earnest blue irises, she blew out another bubble, which popped with another snap and said, “On the hospital’s part, we can only allow family of the patients’ visitor access in the first twenty four hours following their admittance. Unless your surname is ‘Kent’, which you have confirmed is not the case; I cannot allow you entry now.”
Struck dumb by the front desk lady’s argument, Sapph could only gape as she went on.
“For the League’s policy, Ms. Kent was a finalist in the Trigello Tournament. This accident may not actually be one. As such, all contestants are kept under police supervision when incapacitated for the remainder of the tournament. See?” she said, pointing to a pair of police officers guarding the swinging doors leading to the wards.
Sapph followed her pointing and noticing the police, balled his hand on the desk into a fist for a second and relaxed. His eyes on the male officer, who was giving his actions a wary eye, the boy exhaled deeply and said “Twenty four hours, right?”
The nurse nodded once and with that, Sapph withdrew his hand from the counter, and placing it in his pocket, turned to leave the hospital with a muttered, “Excuse me, then.”
As Sapph turned to leave, Carla Witkins stepped out of the toilet and turning to watch him leave muttered, “So that was Sapph. Someone should really talk to him about him using his outdoor voice outdoors only...”
A small boy with spectacles and the same shade of blond hair as his sister said calmly, “Well, you and Manson are on first name bases. There’s a surprise.”
More to stave off more questions and the large dark-haired boy’s dull chuckles than anything; Carla coughed once and said, “We met a while back. Speaking of surprises... who’d have thought you’d manage to catch a second Pokémon, Dex?”
“Huh?” Dex uttered dully, stopping his guffaws long enough to register his surprise while Calvin exhaled and said, “The Mawile is his third Pokémon, actually. His second is a Koffing he called Boom.”
“Clever,” Carla said in an equally dry voice. “Speaking of the Mawile... could I see it?”
Blinking a couple of times, Dex consented, and pulling Snap’s pokéball off his belt, released the Deceiver Pokémon and pocketed the sphere as it took shape, a pink bow where its huge jaws met the back of its head.
Squatting down to its eye level, Carla gave Snap a looking over to which it looked at its Trainer pensively who nodded and smiled.
After a minute’s examination, Carla exchanged a look with her brother and asked the older boy,” Hey, Dex...”
“One thing about Snap here...” Carla said with a sympathetic chuckle, reaching for the ribbon. “It’s a cool name and all, but Snap here...” she said, pulling the ribbon off Snap’s head. “...is a boy. I guess it’s a good thing Snap’s so good-natured.”
Giving the girl a grateful gaze with his blood red eyes, he gave his Trainer a dark look which Dex returned with a sheepish one of his own while Calvin leaned back and wondered aloud, “I wonder how much longer Kamren’s going to be? I’m starving here...”
Leaving the hospital, Sapph drew his right hand out his pocket and studied the dark blue watch at the wrist. Studying the time, he pressed a button, causing it to flip open and saw a name that caused his heart to sink. Remembering the last time he used his new birthday present, he mentally slapped himself for his lack of focus and, walking up the street and away from the Azura General Hospital, dialled a number.
Watching the boy leave through goose grey eyes and sickly green drapes, Kamren Kent turned away from the window and said to his sister, “Looks like your white knight just left...”
“...and you didn’t leave to go say hello?” the girl replied from her hospital bed acidly. “Don’t you normally just live to turn up and be a pain in the butt?”
“We reached an ‘understanding’,” Kamren replied shortly, fixing his sister with a steely glance. “And not only between us, it seems...”
Haley saw the expression on her brother’s face and turned away to the window as he went on, “So, what were you doing to land you here?”
“What are you, a cop?” Haley said coldly. Watching her brother bite back a retort with satisfaction, she went on, “Like I told them,” she nodded to the door in the lobby’s general direction. “I don’t remember.”
Watching his sister avoid his gaze, Kamren said quietly, “It was Dad, wasn’t it?”
Haley’s face, framed with lank locks of reddish blonde, remained inscrutably blank with what seemed to be a superhuman effort, but one glance at her hands gave her away.
Eyes narrowing, Kamren was about to open his mouth again, when he swallowed and shut it. Watching his sister for a moment more, he reached into one of his jacket pockets for a pen and small book. Tearing a leaf out of the pad he scribbled a quick note and, placing the paper on her bedside desk, turned to leave, simply saying, “When you want to talk. He’s my father, too. Don’t forget that.”
Haley looked at the message but before she could say a word the door snapped shut and her brother’s footsteps echoed down the hall and out of earshot.
“Once more: for passing through to the semi-finals... congratulations!” Nicola Bramble exclaimed, raising a glass of juice.
One of her two table mates smiled good-naturedly and raised her glass too. The other one, with blue hair and eyes, merely sighed and gazed at her untouched glass.
Raising her eyebrow and setting her glass down, Nicola swept a strand of brown hair behind her ear and said, “Not to be rude or anything, but this is a party. What’s the matter?”
Sky Wingams gave her travel mate one look, and said to the Grass type Trainer, “Only one thing could get her like this, Nicki...”
“Don’t call me ‘Nicki’,” Nicola said through a pained grimace.
“...and that’s someone we all know,” Sky went on, unperturbed. Turning to the other girl with a sly look on her face, she asked in a singsong voice, “So, how’s Sapph doing?”
Caught off-guard by the question, Nora gasped and blushed, before turning away indignantly and asking with a still-red face, “H-how should I-I-I kn-know that?”
“Sapph?” Nicola queried, turning from one girl to another. “As in Sapph Manson?”
“The same, Nicki,” Sky said with a nod.
“Don’t call me ‘Nicki’!”
“W-why should I know about him?” Nora stammered defiantly. “Why should I care?”
“Because since we started travelling together, only two things could get you mopey like this,” Sky answered her. “Your grandmother, and Prince Charming,” she smirked as she mentioned the second, holding up her fingers as she ticked them off. “And only one of them could get you blushing.”
“She fancies Sapph?” Nicola said in interest.
“Borderline obsessed,” Sky replied.
“I am NOT!” Nora shot back.
“When did that start?” Nicola asked.
“Since they first met,” Sky said with a laugh.
“That’s not TRUE!” Nora insisted.
Still chuckling, Sky replied, “Seriously, Nora? The only thing you’re more worried about is Reg finding you...”
“I’m not afraid of Reg anymore!”
“Then who’s that behind you?” Sky replied with a devilish glint in her eye.
Nora let out a sound somewhere between a squeak and a gasp and wheeled around, her chair falling with a clatter to reveal no one she knew to be anywhere in sight.
Realizing Sky’s trick, she picked up her chair and sat in it huffily. “That wasn’t funny, Sky!”
“I concur,” Nicola said, shooting her friend a sympathetic glance.
“I beg to differ,” Sky replied in a pompous mimicry of Nicola’s voice. Sobering up, she went on, “You do seem more depressed than normal though, Nora. And that’s saying something. You two have a fight?”
Nora merely mumbled something and blushed deeper.
“Sorry? Didn’t catch that,” Sky said cheerfully.
Gulping back tears noisily, Nora said in a slightly more-audible voice, “Sapph doesn’t like me.”
“Huh?” Sky and Nicola said in unison.
“Of course Sapph likes you,” Nicola said at once.
“As a sister,” Nora choked as a tear or two leaked out of the corners of her eyes. “Not as a girlfriend!”
“That’s ridiculous!” Nicola retorted.
“He said so!” Nora sniffled, now giving up on stemming the flow of her tears entirely.
Sky sighed to herself and said, “Would Sapph give you a Pokémon he won as a starter if he didn’t care? Would he let you travel with him and Haley if he didn’t like you? Would he save you from your abusive parents and scumbag brother, risking juvenile hall might I add, if he wasn’t concerned about you?”
The three girls looked at each other, lost in their own thoughts for a moment as moments of Sapph’s recklessness flashed through their minds.
“Erm...” Sky faltered, remembering the Javelin.
“Then again...” Nora said, recalling the house fire at Frau Hiyori’s place back in Olde Teake Town.
“He might...” Nicola muttered; her mind playing back what she could remember from the Dragon Cove.
All three bowed their heads in unison, realizing Sapph would do exactly that for anybody in trouble.
“That aside,” Nicola said loudly. “You should count yourself lucky a guy like Sapph counts you as a sister.”
“Lucky?” Nora gasped, looking up.
“Yes, lucky! Do you know how many people would kill for a sibling at all, Nora? I’m an only child!” Nicola exclaimed.
“And do you have any idea how grateful I am to have a brother like Ricon?” Sky added. “Aren’t you glad you have someone else to count on, other than that waste o’ space slime wad, Reg?”
Grabbing Nora’s shoulders over the table, Sky shook her and asked furiously, “Do you know why I’m grateful for Ricon? He keeps me safe. He keeps bad news away from me, in spite of all he has to do. He makes me happy to boot! Why else do you think I’m in this tournament? To show him I can handle myself, so he wouldn’t have to worry himself sick over me! If you have Sapph for a brother, you’ll know the exact kind of person you’ll want to be with some day! Someone who can measure up to him, if not exceed him!”
Nora was struck speechless by Sky’s outburst. Even Nicola was lost for words as she stared at the youngest girl at the table.
“Well, that was out of character, wasn’t it?” Sky said; a faint tinge of red in her cheeks herself as she released Nora’s shoulders and slumped back in her seat. Lifting her empty glass towards Nicola she added with a smile, “Pour us another glass, eh, Nicki?”
Finding her tongue again, Nicola bellowed, “STOP CALLING ME ‘NICKI’!”
Laughing weakly as the eldest girl’s mannerisms reminded her of Sapph’s reaction to anyone calling him by his full name, Nora stood up and, bowing to each of them, said to her companions, “Thanks a lot, you two. I’m feeling better now.”
“Any time, girl friend,” Sky replied with a wink. Nicola nodded back, still fuming at Sky’s lack of formality.
Reg Saunders was not a happy camper. He had lost in his first round bout and had lost his new Spiritomb, all in the space of as many days.
“You did WHAT?!” Reg roared, as a hulking, grey and black hound licked its slobbering chops nastily and stared through hungry red eyes at the bleeding, quivering boy before him.
“I only thought of helping you, Reg!” the young boy whimpered, trying to get as far away from his aggressor as possible, clutching what possibly looked like broken ribs. “Spiritomb was a defensive Pokémon! It was a bad fi- AAARGH!” He bellowed in pain as the Mightyena clamped down on his lower leg and, from the cracking sound, fractured that too.
“You just traded away a Spritomb, a RARE Dark and Ghost type Pokémon,” Reg spat as his Pokémon did the same with the sobbing boy’s leg, “For an Azurill EGG. Does that make any sense to you, boys?”
Two other boys, barely older than the one bleeding at Reg’s feet, shook their heads in unison. Clearly, sympathy for their suffering fellow would not be accommodated presently.
“Are you trying to usurp me as leader of the Dark Moon? Is that it, Lafayette?” Reg snarled savagely. “Your phobia of Ghost types couldn’t make you that stupid, could it? What self-respecting member of our gang would raise a Pokémon that isn’t a Dark type?!”
“The ‘Dark Moon’?” The boy in an orange fisherman’s cap whispered to his unscarred companion, clearly more disturbed at their comrade’s fate than his friend. “Weren’t we the ‘Dark Pokémon Trainer Club’?”
“We need to be edgier than ever, don’t we?” His friend replied, straggly black hair peeking out from under his green flannel deerhunter cap. “Does it really matter?”
“If it gets out that I have this thing, I’ll be a laughingstock!” Reg snarled. “You two, mop him up.”
Nodding as one, the two boys moved forward, keeping as much distance between themselves and the snarling Mightyena as possible in spite of themselves.
“What am I going to do?” Reg said to himself as Lafayette moaned feebly. “I won’t be caught dead with this stupid thing. Maybe I could sell it on the black market. Shade broke out of jail, last I heard...”
“R-reg? B-boss?” The green boy said nervously, removing his orange cap. Reg ignored him as he went on.
“No one in their right mind would trade a Dark type for this egg. They’d have to be a moron to want to,” Reg went on. “Should I just track that guy down and get my Spiritomb back? Nah, he’d be long gone by now...”
“Brother Reg?” The boy in the hunting cap said quietly.
“Then, again, we do need a ‘training partner’,” Reg said, chuckling darkly. “If it dies in the line of duty; so much the better. If not, I can write it off. Either way, it won’t be here for long...”
“Boss Reg, sir!”
“What is it, you two?!” Reg snarled and the Mightyena chimed in to look even more terrifying than normal. “Can’t you see me scheming here?”
“Straws’s lost too much blood,” the green haired boy said tremulously. “He needs a hospital.”
“Are you stupid?” Reg spat. “What if they trace the injury back to us? You’ll have to explain his injuries, fool!”
“What if we said he fell down some stairs?” The other boy suggested. “As long as they don’t look too closely, they could miss Mightyena’s teeth marks.”
“Yes... that could work,” Reg said deviously. “Well, then, get going then. Get him out of my sight, now! And meet me at the Pokémon Center when you’re done.”
Hoisting the faint boy up between them, the two made for the Azura City Hospital, the older boy scooping up the injured boy’s straw hat as they scuttled off.
“That solves that problem,” Reg said to himself as he laid a hand atop his beastly dog’s head, petting him as he became lost in thought. “Now for the egg... I’d rather just trade it off for another Dark type, but who would be... that... stupid...”
Reg mumbling trailed off as a boy with messy dark hair and blue eyes walked by, muttering “No answer... again. That was the fourth call. I’ll have to call again later. Maybe she’s extra busy...”
Reg smiled his devious smile once again as he watched Sapph walked on up the busy pier street. It looked like he’d just found his sucker.
The landlord of the Raticate Burrow brought a tray bearing three bowls of steaming soup out and laid them in front of Josephine, Rachel and Paul Oak, with a flourish, adding, “Compliments of the chef, ladies and gent. Enjoy.”
“Wow, this looks amazing, sir!” Rachel said in a cheery voice, tucking in.
“Five stars,” Josephine added as Paul nodded his thanks once with a rare smile.
“And for that, it’s on the house,” Rob Edwardssen said cheerfully,
“Wow, thanks so much!” the trio said in unison.
Score, they added mentally.
“So, what’s the plan for Royale, now Haley’s in the hospital?” Josephine said thickly, just swallowing a blistering mouthful of soup.
“Good question,” Rachel replied. “Her Pokémon’s come a long way since we traded. Just hope Tempest has also improved.”
“It was a nasty shock, hearing about her accident,” Josephine went on. “I’m pretty sure she would have used Tempest today if she had made it.”
“Yeah, at least I don’t have to feel too guilty about not affecting the switch back before the tournament started yesterday.”
“Well, maybe it was better she didn’t make it,” Paul said quietly. “Do you think Haley Kent could have taken Eli Banner?”
“Well, type wise it would have been an uphill climb for Banner,” Josephine said quickly cutting Rachel off before she made a scene. “His Ice type moves would have little effect on Haley’s team... unless she used a Grass type combo. That’d be spelling trouble.”
“Haley’s not that stupid,” Rachel said confidently. “She’d have done her homework, especially since she saw Banner fight yesterday. She’d be ready for him.”
“What do you think, Paul?” Josephine asked the auburn-haired boy. “Banner would win?”
Giving her a non-committal shrug, Paul cleared his throat and said, “Can’t say for certain. Like you said, Haley technically had the type advantage in that matchup. It was certainly lucky for Banner she didn’t show. Then again, both fought at a type disadvantage in the first round. Hell, Banner did it twice. From that, Banner...”
But what Banner was or would do the girls never found out. The rest of Paul’s statement was cut off by his PokéNav ringing loudly. Glancing at the screen briefly, Paul stood up and told the girls, “I gotta take this. Excuse me. And don’t touch my food,” he added sternly to Rachel.
Patting her stuffed belly and tearing her longing gaze from Paul’s half-finished meal, she smirked and said “No promises.”
Shaking his head, Paul left the inn, walked up the street a short distance and said, “This better be good, Firebrand.”
The voice on the other end of the call said in a flippant tone, “It is, Oak. My contingent of AGENTs and I have arrived just off the eastern shore of Southern Isle. We’ll soon take your assignment off your hands. How’s that?”
“Thank Arceus,” Paul said, rolling his eyes. “I need to get away from my travel mates, A.S.A.P.”
“We’ll disembark tonight to avoid tipping off Team Shadow and the Light to our presence,” ‘Firebrand’s’ voice went on. “Meet us at Warehouse Nine, off Wingull Pier tonight for debriefing. Twenty three hundred thirty tonight. You weren’t planning on sleeping late tonight, were you?”
Paul watched a girl with a large white cap walk past him. He didn’t give his answer straight away, but a minute later, she gave no sign of eavesdropping and walked into the Swarthy Walrein. Sighing to himself, he answered, “If you get me off babysitting duty, I wouldn’t sleep for a week. See you there, Firebrand. Oak, out.”
Ending his call and walking back towards the Raticate Burrow, he missed a couple of shadowy figures hidden in the alleyway of the inn. The shorter one said, “So they’re coming tonight. Better go inform the commander...”
“Tell that woman?” The second one hissed. “I say we go out and greet them personally.”
“What? Break protocol?” The first one gasped.
“Of course,” the second one said quickly. “Think of the glory...”
“Think of the court martial,” the first one said in an undertone.
“You do what you want,” the other man replied shortly. “I don’t trust that former Pokémon lover... and I’m not taking orders from that cow anymore!”
And with that, the taller man was gone in the swish of his white cloak. The shorter man sighed and pulling his hood over his crew-cut head, followed suit.
“Hey, kid!” Reg called out to a scarlet-clad youth about ten feet ahead of him.
The other boy froze. The voice, which he clearly recognized against his will, was just as clearly hailing him as there was no one around. Knowing who he would see if he turned around and choosing not to, Sapph continued walking up the street two streets away from the Raticate Burrow.
“Talking to you here, kid,” Reg called again. “You deaf or something?”
“Trying to ignore you here,” Sapph replied, stopping yet still not turning around. “You stupid or something?”
Gritting his teeth slightly at Sapph’s retort, Reg swallowed his throw back and said, “There’s no need for this. Why don’t we try to be civilized here?”
“You’re right for once,” Sapph said acidly. “Sleaze balls like you deserve to be ignored utterly.”
“Even when ‘sleaze balls’ like me offer a trade?” Reg replied innocently.
“Especially then,” Sapph replied coldly, starting to walk off again.
“Even when said trade will help you overcome your Fire weakness?” The older boy said with a wide smile.
Sapph stopped abruptly at this, although he still didn’t turn around.
“Wow, right twice in one day,” Reg said in a jovial voice. “The ‘sleaze ball’ name was unkind, though...”
“I’m out of here,” Sapph said snippily.
“Magnemite... Ledian... Mongle... they all have one thing in common,” Reg said loudly. “They all suck against Fire types, which I think your brother Rubin specializes in.”
Sapph stopped short and whirled about again. Reg answered his glare by shrugging and saying, “Hey, women talk. Besides the point. Even that Huskup wouldn’t stand a chance against Fire types, being an Ice type an’ all...”
He knows about Hunter? Sapph thought, his blue eyes contracting angrily. But, wait... did he say...
“That aside, Huskup is a Dark type, who, from what I gathered, doesn’t quite like you, much,” Reg went on, clearly having the other boy’s attention. “At least, not as much as your Mogshex does. Man, now that was a firecracker! Or has she evolved to a Lyncto?”
Yup, he said Huskup, Sapph thought. So he doesn’t know Hunter evolved. He mentioned Mogshex, too... of course he did. No way he’d know she isn’t here right now...
“Sorry, going off topic again,” Reg apologized in a greasy voice. “Why keep two Dark types, especially when one doesn’t even follow your commands? I have a Cranidos egg here which I’m willing to trade you for your Huskup...”
“Why would I trade you in the first place?” Sapph interrupted. “I can’t trust a word you say. I haven’t forgotten the last time we met, Reg...”
“Several reasons, friend...” Reg began in an unctuous voice, only to be cut off again.
“’He’s not my friend’, remember?” Sapph replied with a mirthless smirk.
Keep smiling, Reg, you need this sap, Reg thought to himself, still smiling on the outside while wishing a thousand deaths on the Johton lad within. Time to logic this sucker.
Raising a finger, he started, “One, Cranidos is a Rock type, which not only resist fire but also severely damage Fire types. Two, your Huskup, an Ice type, only adds to your weakness to Fire types. Three, I’m a Dark type specialist...”
Sapph snorted rudely. “I saw your first round match yesterday. The only thing special about you is that you lost to a ten year old girl... badly.”
“Hey, I qualified, didn’t I?” Reg snarled, briefly losing his composure.
“So did Calvin Witkins, and he’s eight,” Sapph laughed humourlessly, enjoying Reg’s face slowly redden behind his cheap dark glasses.
“Nine. Either way, I’m one of the perfect choices to train your Huskup for you. Four, your Huskup doesn’t like you, anyways. Don’t you want what’s best for your Pokémon?”
“Who said that’s you?” Sapph retorted, dismissing Reg’s latest argument entirely.
“And five, I know you clearly want to beat your brother Rubin some day. Why not start towards that day right now? Or are you satisfied with being... ‘second best’?” Reg finished slyly, watching Sapph’s cool facade shatter before his eyes.
“Shut up, Reg,” Sapph said quietly, his hands balled into fists and shaking slightly.
Noticing he’d struck gold, Reg continued his taunt, “Bet you’ve never beaten him once in your life. Daddy must be so proud...”
“I said... SHUT UP!” Sapph roared in spite of himself, pulling a pokéball off his belt.
“You better put that back in your purse, kid,” Reg laughed. “This isn’t play time.”
“Who’s playing?” Sapph yelled, rearing his pokéball back, ready to battle.
“What’s that, your Magnemite? Need me to send out my Houndour to prove my point?” Reg countered with a smirk.
Sapph faltered in spite of himself for a second before rallying himself and said, “Try it, then.”
“You lucked out at the Appleburn gym, but if you meet a powerful Fire type at the League finals... say, that Kamren kid and his Volcat,” Sapph pulled back again, the news that Burner had evolved again unsettling him. “You may not be so lucky.”
“But this Cranidos,” Reg went on before Sapph could cut in, “when it hatches, will be a positive powerhouse. Your friend Slate Endlethorn can confirm this. He is a Rock type specialist, right?”
Sapph merely lowered his arm, resorting to wordlessly glaring at Reg.
Hitching back his oily smile onto his face, Reg said, “Listen, you may have sentiments for your Huskup, I understand. Why not meet me down by Warehouse Twelve off Wingull Pier tonight at midnight? We’ll trade there,” he said, turning to leave.
“Hold it,” Sapph called out and Reg stopped, smiling slightly to himself. “Where are your boys?”
“Left them back in Nightspark,” Reg said shortly. “Needed to focus on the tournament. You saw how that ended up, didn’t you?” He added with a sad smile.
Sapph didn’t smile back. “And what guarantee do I have that you’ll keep your word?”
Reg raised his hand as he walked off; saying with a laugh, “Guess you’ll just have to trust me on this one, kid. See you tonight.”
Sapph remained rooted to the spot as he watched Reg leave. As much as he didn’t trust Reg in the slightest, the older boy had not only given perfect reasons to trade, he had hit him in one of the few places he could ever hit a man and he’d feel it: his pride.
He knew he couldn’t trust Reg. The guy would steal his own sister’s Pokémon. He was being stupid for thinking he could trust Reginald Saunders.
But he did want to beat Rubin. And he would face Kamren eventually. And he couldn’t let himself lose to him again.
He wanted his father’s recognition. It was why he was even in Corei in the first place.
He wanted victory. He wanted it bad.
He wanted to win... even if he had to make a deal with the devil himself.
CHARACTER PROFILE OF THE WEEK
Name: Uriki ‘Rickie’ Sun
Date of Birth: March 30, PA 2002
Hometown: Goldenrod City, Johto
On Hand: Cubone, others unknown
In Storage: Not known
Likes: Burgers, training his Pokémon, his Pokémon
Dislikes: Fat jokes, running around
Contemporaries: Sapph, Emma
About Rickie: Rickie is the youngest member of the Sun clan, a family of Dragon trainers who at one point in time were of equal status to the infamous Blackthorn and Faust families. They moved to Shirise City in the Pertru region where their clan were nearly wiped out by the Mahoghany Flu epidemic.
Rickie is a sunny, energetic youth who, despite his boundless energy, would rather take things easy unless he absolutely has to get serious. He battled Sapph and his father’s Hitmonchan for a Strength Badge before Sapph left home for the Corei region. His skills in battling and taming Pokémon are to be commended and if the Sun clan were still active to this day, he’d have been considered a prodigy. In any case, the absence of his clan does not change the fact that his skill is second to very few of his peers.
Species: Lightning Moth
Weight: 18 lbs
Evolution Line: Does not evolve.
Notes: LIMOTH are urban Pokémon, gathering under street lights in large clouds. A large enough swarm could power a large carnival effortlessly for two days and nights straight.
Next time on The Corei Quest: The die is cast and the clock ticks down. Sapph weighs his options and a slew of frightening revelations come to light as Firebrand and their AGENTs draw closer to the island. Happenings slated for that night off Wingull Pier are going to blow out of proportions in Chapter Forty Eight of The Corei Quest, rewritten, Deal or No Deal.