Origin Story: Part 1 - Haunted by the Truth

CH17: The Frantic Search

"Thank you," you decided to say as you stepped off of the fairly large tentacruel, the gigantic jellyfish gurgling and waving his limbs in reply before slowly sinking into the water, disappearing back into the ocean it calls home. You quickly made your way off of the sands into the flourishing greenery, your hands shoving your small scuba oxygen breather into your side pocket, just in case you needed it, as you made your way into the large trees, hiding yourself within their large shady branches before sighing deeply underneath your breath.

You glanced around, making sure no human was around, and noticing there weren't a lot of pokemon wandering about, yet, before you took out Don's pokeball and threw it up into the air. You caught the pokeball with ease as you released the honchkrow. The dark type landed comfortably upon your shoulder, glancing down as you took out a sheet of paper from your inner jacket pocket, glad that it wasn't wet at all as you opened up the paper to glance at the writing inside.

"2463 Wingpail Lane... I'm assuming that's the building," you decided to say out loud, knowing Don couldn't read the writing that was on the slip of paper.

"... What shall we do? –"

"You be my lookout. If you notice something shady going on, alert me. First, we'll find this building, and then we'll stake it out for a while, from a distance."

"Why? –"

"For all I know, no one will actually be there. Rai may have gotten the wrong information, or perhaps it's a trick. So... considering you know what this relative of mine looks like, I want you to give me a signal if you spot him... 'kay?"

"If that's what you want," Don sighed to himself, suddenly opening up his wings and glancing at you with a glare in his eyes, "but be careful."

"Of course," you smiled to him, lifting up your shoulder as he swooped off of your limb and into the trees. A tired sigh left your breath as you glanced to your left, noticing the sun slowly beginning to rise in the distance over the horizon. The day was probably going to be fairly hot and sunny, though the fluffy white clouds could bring rain, or at the very least, some shade. Your warm disguise won't be sustainable for very long, but if you find what you're looking for quickly, and stay in the shade, you can probably last in this tropical weather. After all, it isn't the summer, so this shouldn't be too bad...

Hopefully.

You know that Spirit wanted to be released from his confinement, but a uniquely colored eevee will give away your position, for sure. You can only hope there are other kids dressed up in a similar fashion to you so you can blend in, rather than stick out, in a big crowd. Considering you didn't have a map of the island, you're only going off of what you can see with your eyes. So you slowly made a large berth through the tropical forest, trying to avoid making any sounds, in case there were sleeping pokemon about who would become rambunctious if they were rudely woken up. You carefully slipped into the town, through a thin alleyway that could barely fit a full person, but you could manage the tight fit. You made your way onto a side street, tugging on your hood before shoving your hands into your pockets as you calmly, and confidently, walked down the streets, acting as if you've been living there for quite a while.

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"Quick, fire fang," Rickie ordered his houndoom with a motion of his finger, and the houndoom growled, his grit teeth bursting into flames as he ran, jumping up into the air, and biting down on the flying dustox.

"Crap! Sandslash, help out your friend!" the young man, dressed in Team Rocket attire, ordered with a gloved hand as the sandslash swiped his claws together before running forward towards the houndoom. The sandslash tried to use slash, but missed the houndoom as he ducked his head, only to get a headbutt in the face by the houndoom, forcing the sandslash backward.