Bestia: an ancient energy that allows Pokémon to use their powers. Lucca Aska is a plucky Brionne raised as a hero in a world devoid of Bestia, where Pokémon must use weapons and armour to survive. Destiny has chosen Lucca and five other outcasts to...
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The rest of the evening would go about as normally as ever. The Pokémon escorted Lucca and Mimia over to the inn where there were given more free service. This spot was as homely as the rest of the town, maybe even more thanks to the quiet within its walls and the grand view from the second floor.
The couple had a single round window that overlooked the ocean and a bit of the town. Though the window only had a cross muntin, the room was kept warm.
"After all of that, all it took for you to become ill again was food. You are terrible, Lord Lucca," Mimia commented, curled up beside him.
The Brionne remained still, laying back on top of the blankets with his flippers tucked behind his head. "I can't help it. This isn't like before," he replied. Mimia made a sound. "And I told you to stop calling me lord."
"At least Feather got what she wanted," Mimia sighed.
"Don't worry, I'm still thinking about all this," he raised a flipper. "I just... I don't know what to do. It's like everything I've done until now was completely wrong."
"I am going to bite you if you do not get yourself together," Mimia warned. The moment he got up, Lucca flinched his way upright.
"What's with that response? Please don't," he gasped. "I'm honestly stuck for where to investigate. The only thing is getting into the citadel, but that's impossible without making a scene."
"That hasn't stopped you from not making a scene before. Are you taking Crystal's word to heart?" Mimia asked.
"Not just Crystal's. You heard Ruby back there. She used to have a crush on me, now look at her. Even Shelly stood up for himself and just... went. They all think I'm just a murderer. Even before she died, Azu thought I was a murderer, too," Lucca shuddered with every word. He sighed and flopped his tail off the side of the bed. "I have to take what they're saying to heart. They're right. Had Vilé not happened, I might've been considering forcing my way in right now. But I can't afford to."
"I understand little of why we are being held back. Truthfully, it is frustrating to linger here like so. I am ready to fight, and the hospitality of these Pokémon feels stifling," Mimia confessed.
"That's unlike you. Free food and a bed like this is just like back home," Lucca grinned.
"That is exactly why it is unsettling. If we relax too much, that is when we may be struck the hardest," Mimia reasoned.
"So you just don't trust them. If you have any ideas, I'm willing to follow you," Lucca suggested. For some reason the Stufful started growling, and then bit Lucca's arm. "Ack- hey ow what the heck, Mimia get off!"
He didn't let go. One would think a Pokémon resembling a stuffed bear would have the bite of a stuffed puppet, but it was the opposite for Mimia. Lucca didn't understand it, but whenever the Stufful bit him, it was like getting pinched tightly by several Poipole stingers at once. Small and not enough to incur any lasting harm, but it left a sharp sting that hurt worse than many battle pains.
