Magic & Transvolution

Chapter 3: Justin and Ada.

"...e..."

Grunts echo in the void, grasping its barrier. They then transform into groans, becoming loud and recognizable.

"...ey...hey..."

The voice sounds familiar, reaching similar loudness. The Zorua hears his grunts, destroying the darkness. "Hu...Huh...?" he says, trailing.

"HEY!"

Ramon opens his eyes, seeing the boy shouting at him. His vision can't make out the teen's spasm frenzy.

"Oh hey, you're awake!" he exclaims, wiping his forehead. "Phew. Thought you were a goner for a moment...That would've been a yikes moment for us." He shudders.

Lowering his head, the fox widens his eyes at the boy's hands lying motionless on his torso, blue auras surrounding them. His belly shines brighter than a nightlight, sparkling similarly to the girl's claws. The Zorua pushes the boy's hands. "Get off!"

"What?"

"I said get off! Get off from me, now!"

The teen lifts his hands, Ramon backing away within seconds. He leans against a tree, the rough barks scratching him.

"Dude, I was healing yo—"

"Who are you!? A-And—" the fox blinks down. "What did you do to me!?" he demands, twitching in place.

The boy keeps his hands up, concerned. "Hey now, relax. I was just gonna to tell you that I was healing you. You got beaten by that cloak fella pretty badly. You even passed out while we were escaping."

Ramon blinks, holding onto the tree. "Oh...Are you sure you didn't inject anything deadly into me? N-No, uh, poison or anything?"

The teen shakes his head. "No. Why would I do that cruel shit, dawg?"

"Well, the strange cloaked guy was hurting me so...I thought I should ask. J-Just in case." The two enter in dead silence, the wind flourishing in its presence. "...Say, how come you can understand me?"

"You're a talking Pokémon, man. An Intellicate. How else would I understand you?"

"Oh...Wait, what?"

The teen waves his hand around. "It'll make sense, eventually." He walks forward, snapping his fingers while forming two finger guns. He winks. "The name's Justin Phoenix, by the way. The girl earlier is Ada Cheng." Holds out his hand. "You?"

Ramon stares at Justin's white shirt and blue jeans: The shirt has two holes puncturing the bottom, his jeans littering with slash marks, all while his black belt keeps it from falling apart. These clothes have seen better days, but at least the dude wears something on his feet. White shoes, to be exact.

"It's, um, Ramon." The Zorua lifts his paws, wobbling and trembling. He shakes Justin's hand, pressuring them. "Pleasure meeting you."

The boy lifts his brow. "Uh. You're squeezing, dude."

"Hmm? OH!" Ramon lowers his paws immediately, brushing them off. "M-My apologies." He whimpers, looking away.

"It's aight." Justin shrugs. "So yeah, Ada and I were roaming around the forest tryna find somewhere to live when we came across you. We saw you getting your ass handed by that dude. So we figured to stop by and help ya."

"Oh...I see, then."

Justin squats, folding his arms, hand on chin. "How's your stomach feeling?"

Ramon grinds his paws against his torso, the soft furs hugging them. "I'm...not in pain anymore," he answers. "...How did you do that?"