A Fateful Encounter [Bridges and Lucien]

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  Bridges sat and watched his Pokémon playing on the beaches just outside of Olivine City. His Dratini, appropriately named Tini, and Synger the Horsea splashed around in the shallow waters near the shore while Flint the Charmander and C.B. the Bidoof wrestled with each other in the sand.

  “Where do you think they get all their energy, Namor?” Bridges asked the Dragonair coiled comfortably next to him. Namor only response was to lift his head and affectionately rub his nose against Bridges’ cheek. The trainer smiled, and then yawned. A storm had kept him awake all night after a day of long training sessions. Now the clouds had cleared and, as the younger Pokémon played, Bridges and his oldest friend watched the sun rise over the sea, colouring the clouds pink, yellow and orange as the sky gradually brightened.

 It was a good way to start the day. A short day though, Bridges thought, yawning again. “Unless something big happens,” he finished out loud, drawing a curious expression from Namor. “Of course now that I’ve said that,” he continued scratching Namor’s chin, “something big is going to happen.”

 An hour or so later, when the sky was mostly blue and the early morning mist had receded; he stood and looked down the beach. He had come to Olivine chasing rumors of a school of abnormally large Tentacruel, supposedly led by one three times as larger, and differently coloured, than the rest of them. A sight, he’d been told, no trainer should miss. But after three days Bridges had given up hope of seeing anything extraordinary. After another three days he decided they should leave soon. Two days later he was still there, watching the sun rise. Such was the life of a wandering trainer.

 Bridges sighed, they’d have to leave tomorrow. He was too tired right then to pack up, and still couldn’t shake the feeling that something was going to happened today.

[lucienantoine]

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  Namor stirred, catching a scent on the wind, raised his head and looked out at the water intently. Bridges turned to look at what had so fully caught his Pokémon’s attention, but was met with only a flash of pale blue and white as Tini leapt and wrapped around his head in a panic. Bridges, now flat on his back, attempted to say “Tini, get off!” but what came out sounded more like “nii grrif!”

  After a moments struggle Bridges freed himself from the cowardly little dragon, who continued to hide behind him, and stood to see what the commotion was about. By the time he saw it all his Pokémon had returned to his side and Namor was fully aware, in a defensive position in front of him.

  At first seemed to be a bulge in the water, “Is that- …No…” Bridges whispered noticing the red spots doting the bulge at regular intervals.

  Tentacruel, dozens of them, maybe hundreds, swimming along parallel to the beach.

  They were mostly submerged so he couldn’t tell their size, but he hadn’t been lied to, the sight was indeed spectacular. Struck by the beauty of what was before him, a tear began to form at the corner of Bridges’ eye.

  Namor let out a cry of alarm, directing his trainer’s attention farther down the beach where the wild Pokémon turned sharply inland, towards where a well-dressed man walked along apparently oblivious to the coming threat!

  Suddenly the school of Tentacruel was no longer beautiful, but terrifying. If they reached the well-dressed man he was going to be in serious danger, he couldn’t allow that. Calling out a warning, Bridges sprinted towards the stranger, his Pokémon following quickly behind.

  He’d never make it in time, he was moving too slow. Namor could though, and was probably strong enough to hold off the first wave until the rest of them caught up. “Namor! Go, hold them back!” He could tell from the look Namor gave him that the overly-protective Pokémon wasn’t happy to leave his side. But he obeyed, rushing ahead at more than twice the speed the rest of them could manage.

  Now all Bridges could do was run, and hope. And shout, “Hey! You with the hat! Look out behind you!”

[lucienantoine]

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  “Extreme Speed!” Bridges called to Namor. Ever loyal Namor increased his speed even more and hit the closest Tentacruel hard, as the well-dressed man spun and sent out a Snorlax. Good, Bridges thought, he’s a trainer, that’ll make things a bit easier.

  Taking time as he ran to analyze the situation, Bridges realized that most of his Pokémon wouldn’t be able to handle the situation. He stopped briefly and returned C.B., Synger, and a very reluctant Flint to their Pokéballs before he and Tini sprinted the last dozen yards to where Namor fought and the other trainer was standing.

  There were a lot of Tentacruel on the shore now, Namor fought hard but was going to be overwhelmed by sheer the enemies sheer numbers, the well-dressed man’s Snorlax seemed to be faring better with many of its opponents falling into a deep sleep. “I’ll show you lackluster!” Bridges snapped in reply to the stranger’s comment. “Tini, Namor! Thunder Circle Defense!” Bridges commanded his Pokémon.

  Namor used a Dragon Tail attack to knock back several of the Tentacruel and make an opening for Tini. The two then fell into a well-practiced routine. Namor practically flew from point to point keeping anything from getting into the designated area, while the more fragile Tini shot Thunder Bolt and Thunder Wave attacks from a safe distance. Bit by bit the pile of unconscious and paralyzed Pokémon grew around them.

  Bridges laughed, “Doesn’t seem like this’ll be so hard after all!” he shouted. But in truth, he wasn’t so sure. Namor had been by his side since he was only six, and Bridges could instinctively tell that the Dragonair was getting tired already. There were just too many enemies!

  Not that Namor would stop, as long as Bridges needed him to, Namor would fight. And as long as Namor fought, Bridges would cheer him on, smiling the whole time.

  “I’m Bridges,” the trainer introduced himself to the well-dressed man, never taking his eyes of the battle. “Nice cummerbund.”