Billi kept to himself these days, well not really to himself, more so mumbling over thoughts that would echo in his head as he prepared for things. Lilycove was preparing for the worst as was the rest of the region, and the general public didn’t seem to be aware, and he didn’t want to cause panic prematurely. Instead when people asked him what was going on it was “we are preparing for a storm” he’d say telling everyone like it was reassuring with his pure wide smile.



But...here he was wandering the streets of Rangers setting things up, guidelines being checked papers being thrown, pokemon scattered around. Hell even giant pokemon were out and about trying to fix everything. Selena had informed them of the truth, or at least a large portion to it. They were to either prepare with her or leave, to some degree, but she’d never say it like that. She wasn’t rude nor was she demanding. Professional. As always, but he could sense the worry in her core about a war arising.



‘I will help Selena! Anyway I can’ the words exploded out of his lips earlier that day, and his body shook in fear at the same time. Exactly what was he agreeing to. Surely he could go home to Galar, but that wouldn’t mean safety if the battle was lost. If these people were to win and conquer Hoenn what regions were next?! On top of that he’d lose everything he worked so hard for, every person he met, he’d abandon. Billi couldn’t turn tail and run. It was no different from dungeons in his video games but with respawns and third life.



Billi owed Selena that she owed her for the spark he had ignited inside when he travelled down into the sewers with her. Owing not only her, but his pokemon the respect to keep their home, and their pride as Hoenn’s, and as his pokemon. Tangled knots of nausea appeared in his stomach as he thought of the forthcoming battle for his pokemon’s life. Them fighting tooth and nail for another day, to survive the space invaders. If Billi had anything he knew he had the charisma to keep people happy, to rally behind him, but he wasn’t a fighter. He was a protector, someone who would protect and bring people back and hug them...but war...his pokemon weren’t built for support, nor were they built for battle, considering they were all still weak first stage pokemon, so he had a limited time to train aggressively.



“Maybe…...the rangers can help me,” he thought out loud whispering as he walked through the bustling crowd. Billi worried what pokemon would be best for this, which ones would he have the chance to build a warrior's bond. Corvisquire he knew would do it, he already saved him once, and now Billi knew that Corvisquire was willing to do whatever it took to protect Billi, and whatever Billi wanted, but….he would worry that his pokemon would act on his own if his own if Billi’s well-being was in danger. While his other pokemon from home didn’t make sense to bring because they were only small. While….he did have his spider pokemon. Joltik, Spinark and Dewpider. He was close to them...they were amongst his strongest in terms of spirit.



“Hmmm” The three spiders crawled behind him bickering amongst themselves about what to eat, while Corvisquire was perched on Billi’s shoulder cawing at strangers. “What would mom say Billi,” he slapped his face making blood rush to it. Thinking for a moment as he sat on a bench in a pleasant park being converted into what appeared to be a medical bay. Of course he muttered to himself more not noticing the strange, and how close his corvisquire was to their face.





ian oak