The Reveelution - A Pokémon Mystery Dungeon Story

Chapter 4 | A New Coalition

The following evening, the fennekin, waking up to the aroma of maple, stretched her legs and yawned, long and wide as if she was about to eat a footlong sandwich for breakfast. As soon as she opened her eyes, she noticed that her fur finally became dry with much ferver.

"Mmm, I'm so glad to have woken up on a soft note," Lisa said as she laid eye on her puffy tail, ever so revived from the wet conditions from last night.

"Wha! How long was I passed out?!" she said as she poked out her head out of the hole of the tent to survey the sky, which appeared to be dusk.

While the riolu was still passed out on the ground, Lisa frolicced over to the Traire River to diligently clean her blemished white hood from the mud stains, which were acquired from her curiosity during the storm. Even though she tried her utmost power to scrub the stains off above the glistening water, the stains only smeared into a larger, more washed out blob of a mess.

Lisa sighed, "I guess I'm gonna have to go on without wearing it," she said disappointedly as she tossed her damp covering onto her satchel, landing underneath the midriff of a tree.

"By the way, I need to find some food for breakfast. I don't think a couple of measly oran berries will be able to feed us both," she said, talking to herself as she rinsed off her paws from her contaminated hood, "I should get to work".

Thirty minutes later, after Lisa managed to bring some magikarp to cook over the fire, the riolu, a foregoing slave under the sandman's curse, fought his deprevation of sleep to move about, still enduring the pain and soreness caused by the incident. Opening his eyes with much force, he slowly surveyed his surroundings, finding the warm campfire in front of him and the tent which sheltered him from any form of indecent weather.

"Wh-where am I?" he asked himself, as there was no one in the vicinity to communicate with. "Is that...?" the riolu was shocked, as he saw a magikarp, about the size of a recliner in the riolu's point of view, being cooked over the fire while punctured thoroughly by a thick tree branch.

"That has got to be the biggest magikarp I've ever seen! Whoever's the fisherman, he has some talent!" he said, feasting his eyes and drooling carelessly in front of the smoked Pokéfish.

As he reaches his hands toward the juicy, scrumtious seafood, he instinctly glanced at his paws, realizing that something is off.

"Strange, why does the back of my hand have an abrasion made of steel?" he said, puzzled and sweating nervously.

"Wait a obadixtrous eating minute! What happened to my hands, a-a-and my face!?" the riolu placated, feeling and poking his face with his nonopposable thumbs. "And why do I have this sudden urge to karate chop a brick wall?" he questioned, as he felt the structure of his firm fist with his other paw.

While the riolu was marvelling at his various parts, Lisa meanwhile hustled to the tent, as she heard an alarming shout coming from where the shelter was. She didn't know what it was or who, but she didn't care. The young bustling fox sprinted past the trees, also taking care that she doesn't trip over the mud again.

Once she met with the outside of the covering of the tent, she then felt as if someone blanketed her with a shroud of fear, hesitating whether or not she should step into the tent. The riolu, presumed to be awake, could be a bad Pokémon, or worse! Maybe a much larger Pokémon took the riolu as prisoner, and saw the tent as their lair!

As she pondered with much resolve, breathing heavily while finishing her final augury of the future, she shook off the very notion that caused the immobilization of her body, replacing her trepidness with positive thinking.

"W-well, it can't be all that bad... right?" she said with discontent.

She leaned ever so carefully toward the opening of the abandoned tent, mixed with the emotion of fear and curiosity. Once her eyes feasted on the bowels of the tent, she saw the riolu, up and awake from the night before. She had expected him to feast on the large, cooked magikarp that she found during her hunt, but she sensed despair from the riolu. He was curled up like a ball, seeming as if he was the only Pokémon living in the entire world; worried, depressed and alone.