Master of Faster
He/Him
25
December 12
Goldenrod, Johto
Straight
Mauville Gym Leader
Champion
"With great speed comes great responsibility."
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Josh Devlin
The First Big Step
POSTED ON Jul 22, 2022 7:23:46 GMT
Last night was one of the most restless nights Josh had in a long time. Even as he was laying in bed with a reading light on, he could not stop staring at his Johto Gym Badge case. With how much stronger he had become, he could return to his home region, and the remaining three Gyms would fall, one after another. He would be able to punch his ticket to the Pokémon League and take home the big bucks. It beat the pittance Silver League and Gold League races paid; racing was almost a hobby than a career until he actually got to turn pro. He enjoyed the thrill of racing during the warm months, and enjoyed nearly as much the strategy of a fast-paced battle in the cold months. Despite the encouraging words Elinor Anderson had to say yesterday, something was nagging Josh. His restless mind that was racing too fast to retain any coherent thoughts wore out his body. The badge case slipped out of his hand and underneath the end table next to the bed, and the tendrils of sleep captured him... "Keep mobile, Aslan!" Josh cried, only able to see his Pokémon through the vicious, rainless storm by the rapid flashes of lightning illuminating the empty, rural roads of northwest Ecruteak City. A flurry of lightning strikes kept the Pyroar from advancing close enough to get within range of a Flamethrower that the electric tiger could not dodge. It always felt like Josh and his Pokémon were one step behind. He peered down at his belt, seeing the fainted Manectric, Skarmory, Absol, Dragonair, and Boltund. It was all on his shoulders now--and Aslan's.
As the lightning strikes let up some, Josh saw the saber-toothed feline crouch and flex backward. "An opening! Now!" he commanded. Aslan's red mane glowed brightly, preparing to expel a stream of flames from his mouth...when the majestic, yellow creature disappeared. A sonic boom rang in Josh's ears. Before his raw senses could even process what had happened, let alone his brain interpret them, he found himself throbbing in pain, a thick, red scratch running almost the entire length of his forearm.
Through the pounding, he heard a second impact--that of Aslan being hurled against the closed Pokémon Mart's door with unfathomable force. That could have only been one attack: the Z-Move, Hypersonic Plasma Charge. Josh reached for the fire-type's Poké Ball and recalled him, but the red beam would not encircle the motionless, slain lion. The throbbing seemed to intensify as the late Pyroar's assailant pounced him! He was now pinned by the large cat as four trails of lightning strikes circled the two. He screamed bloody murder with his life flashing before his eyes.
As the lightning strikes circled him more closely, a noble but stern voice rang in his mind. "Josh, Josh, Josh...your courage is admirable, but you sorely lack the foresight to use it. Your confidence is admirable, but you sorely lack the judgment to use it. Your ambition is admirable, but you sorely lack the insight to use it. Perhaps I will join you in your next life, one in which you have addressed my concerns..." He let out another blood-curdling scream as the lightning strikes closed in on him. Just as they were about to converge on him, a pair of foot-long fangs above an open feline maw raced toward him in a flash of white... The scream carried into the real world as Josh involuntarily thrust his upper body sharply off his bed, his sleep clothes drenched from top to bottom. He was hyperventilating as the morning sun illuminated the rest of the room his reading light wouldn't. "What in Arceus' name was that dream?!" he said to himself, looking at his left arm to make sure he was okay. "It felt so real!" Resigning there was no way he could get back to sleep, Josh took a long shower. After getting cleaned up and getting breakfast in him, he felt a bit better but was still noticeably shaken. Josh's thoughts only continued to race as he rode Saber to the Fortree Rangers' HQ. The Manectric could sense his rider was not his normal self just from how shakily he was holding the reins. His eyes started to bead for his trainer's well-being as the two entered the building. Josh took a number and sat down, waiting his turn to be helped... NAME SPECIES STATUS Resheph Dragonair Good Twilight Absol Good Aslan Pyroar Good Saber Manectric Good Bladestorm Skarmory Good Crash Boltund Good{WC: 742} {PC: 1} Commitment: Act 1
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