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Lost in Fizzytopia


W h e r e . . . a m . . . I . . . ?

They had been on a boat. It had been sunny, and warm, and they had been on deck, watching the water course by. Life was changing. They were going places. After living in Azalea for four years, struggling in school and barely scraping by, Tate had gotten accepted into a small study program on Poni; the wildest and most beautiful island in the chain which comprised the Alola region. Having never left the Johto mainland -- not even having crossed the sea to Cianwood -- the trainer thought it the most exciting thing that could have ever happened. Naiveté...

W h e r e . . . a m . . . I . . . ?

Water in the lungs, that's what that burning was. Tate rolled over and coughed up a mouthful of seawater. Oxygen rushed in to the vacuum left behind, but that only made the burning worse. What had happened? They had been on a boat. Then what? Tate struggled to remember. The water was choppy, and... when did that happen? How long did it take for the storm to roll in? It felt so sudden. One moment they were watching the Pelliper dive into the ocean spray in search of prey, and then the next, they were running, and trying to get below deck. People were yelling. Jostled by the crowd, Tate could barely keep a hold of Kahakai...

K a h a k a i . . . !

A rush of endorphins brought sudden, acute clarity to the trainer. Grey-blue eyes flew open. Sunset had painted the skyline with swirling shades of orange and pink. Everything ached; some things stung. There was wet sand clinging to bruised and scraped skin; terra firma, baby. The sea was calm. Tate sat up on quaking knees, head swinging wildly in a frantic search. The world blew by in a cyclone of color. Nothing registered. Where was Kahakai? She hadn't been in a Pokéball. Had she drowned? The very idea filled Tate with anguish. If she had drowned-

A soft, warbling cry interrupted the descent despair. A few yards away there was a chunk of driftwood, slowly rotting on the beach. Then it began to move. What?! No, no. The wood wasn't moving; something else was. Step by laborious step, a sight for sore eyes limped out from behind the debris. Overcome with joy, Tate crawled like a beast on all fours across the damp sand, and when human and Pokémon met in the middle, they embraced. The Eevee pushed itself against a wet, filthy clavicle, grateful to see its trainer, and her trainer buried a nose -- still dripping with expelled seawater -- into the mangy ruff around Kahakai's neck.

"I'm so happy to see you," Tate gasped, with a laugh that bordered on delirious. They laid there for a while, until the flood of neurotransmitters ebbed and Tate could think with enough clarity to begin assessing the situation. They had been on a boat, then there was a storm, and now they were on a beach. Had they fallen overboard? Dimly, it occurred to Tate that the world was in focus. Hand met face, corrective lenses sandwiched between the two. That they hadn't been lost was nothing short of a miracle, and the Johto native took a moment to say a silent prayer of thanks to Celebi for the good fortune, and then rose -- with no small amount of effort -- to a standing position. Weary shoulders were immediately burdened by the siren song of gravity acting upon a mass; the pair still had their backpack, it seemed, though how useful the waterlogged contents were was anyone's guess. Tate didn't know where they were, or even what day it was. Cradled in her trainer's arms, Kahakai curled up, cold and exhausted. The beach stretched on for as far as the eye could see.

Unsure of what else to do, Tate began to walk.


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Origins of a Keeper


This is a record of my Fizzy Bubbles registration post, which can be found here.

Name: Tate

Starter: Lv. 5 ♀ Eevee ("Kahakai")

Miscellaneous: Tate was born just east of New Bark Town, at the base of the hills where Route 29 turns into Route 46. For a time, Tate lived in Azalea Town, working as a volunteer at the local Pokémon Center and attending classes in the nearby city of Goldenrod. It was during this time that Tate -- a restless 20-something -- and Kahakai met.

Every morning on the way into the city, Tate would pass by the Pokémon Daycare. The site, popular among trainers as a place to breed Pokémon, had seen a large number of captive-bred hatchlings released into the surrounding area over the years. Populations of feral Pokémon -- especially traditionally rare, popular, and all-too-often non-native species -- had exploded.

Kahakai was wrested from a trashcan near the outskirts of Goldenrod City, near the treeline that separates the urban center from the southwestern coast. Initially skittish, the Pokémon desperately fled capture, turning a well-meaning rescue attempt into a comedy of errors. Ultimately, Tate would return home splattered in mud and refuse, a straining Eevee wrapped in a sweatshirt complicating the lengthy trek through Ilex Forest.

Kahakai has a minor hip dysplasia, a condition which has become increasingly common among captive-bred Pokémon due to the limited genetic diversity within captive breeding populations. Tate and Kahakai spend a great deal of the time at the beach, where Kahakai can enjoy the low-impact environment of the sea, and find relief from the pain. Tate intends to evolve Kahakai into a Vaporeon, so that she can better find deliverence from her condition.

Recently accepted into a program of study on the Alolan islands, Tate -- along with Kahakai -- set sail from Olivine, and was bound for Ula'ula when their ship was overtaken by a storm and capsized. Having miraculously survived, the pair have mysteriously found themselves in the strange land of Fizzytopia; a region not found on any map. With only each other and the contents of Tate's backpack to rely on, they must now either find a way back home, or make a new life for themselves.

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* 'Kahakai' is an Alolan word meaning 'sandy shore.'
* Tate plans to become a Pokémon ecologist.


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Poké Libre !



There is a building that seems out of place among the glamour of the Battle Frontier; a warehouse with concrete walls covered in colorful graffiti that portray large images of Pokémon like Incineroar and Machamp. In vibrant, drippy bubble letters, "Poké Libre !" is painted, fifteen feet high. Like the rest of the vandalism around it, it is multicolored and garish. A journey inside reveals bleachers, and a large square ring with the stylized silhouette of a Hawlucha in the center if its mat; it too is brightly colored. "Color" seems to be the common denominator in the decorating scheme here -- color and concrete. Rubber mats line the area outside of the ring for the safety of the competitors, and a commentator's booth is set up to one side. What is this place? It's Poké Libre !


Welcome to Poké Libre ! This is the Battle Frontier's one and only place for lucha libre action! Here, Pokémon come without their trainers to assume alternate identities, form rivalries, build alliances, and seek fame and fortune in the ring! Will your Pokémon win the title belt? Become tag team champions with their BFF? Or be betrayed at the height of their career? Only time will tell, here at Poké Libre !

Guidelines:
1. Poké Libre ! focuses on wrestling, not Pokémon battles.
2. Poké Libre ! focuses on on storyline and entertainment, rivalries and alliances, kayfabe.
3. Prizes are earned based on performance rating, not match result.
Ratings are on a 1-5 star scale.
Ratings based on popularity, ranking within the roster, held titles, and in-ring performance.
Pre-match propaganda and banter may boost rating.
Game Mechanics:
1. Types of Wrestling Moves:
Power: Slams, throws, strikes.
Technical: Submission holds and defenses.
Special: Acrobatics, quirks, other.
T → P Technical beats Power.
P → S Power beats Special.
S → T Special beats Technical.
2. Specialties and Weaknesses:
Wrestlers choose one specialty and one weakness. If they don't, they're evenly skilled but don't stand out in any way.
Wrestlers do more damage with a move belonging to a specialty but take more damage from a move belonging to a weakness.
EX. “Lightning Bruiser” [Str: P; Wk: T] Would then have very powerful slams and mediocre high-flying moves, but trouble escaping a submission hold.

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Meeting Kahakai


Late. Tate was late… again. When the 20-something had first begun taking classes in the metropolois of Goldenrod City, the walk through Ilex forest from Azalea -- where a little rent house was called home -- didn’t seem like that big of a deal. A year and a half hour later, however, and the twice-daily commutes were taking their toll on the weary student. Not onlhy was the walk itself long and tedious, but the forest was full of Pokémon, some of which were aggressive. More than once Tate had had to shake off an enraged insect that had decided to divebomb the trveler from a tree branch, screeching and flailing like a lunatic in fear of getting stung. More often than not it was a harmless Caterpie or an immobile Metapod or Kakuna, but there fear was there and it was real, especially since Tate was not in possession of any Pokémon. What if something really nasty showed up one day? What if… Beedrill?!

Of course, the great Beedrill apocalypse never happened. Rather, today -- like so many days -- Tate was simply too slow getting through the forest, and by the time the city limits proper came into view at the end of the nearly two-hour walk, classes had been in session for a good ten minutes. It was another half hour to the tiny lab where Tate studied under a rather less-than-known professor and the first course of the day would be over by the time the tardy Johto-born made it in. Another disappointed lecture would surely be in store. Tate deflated under the knowledge, and focused on the coastline as it passed by on the left; the sea was gorgeous.

Someday, Tate thought, I’ll disappear over the horizon.

These kinds of thoughts consumed Tate frequently; the desire to run away towards what was perceived as something better. There was a place -- the Alolan Archipelago -- about which Tate dreamed, and it was to this end that Tate worked towards and studied, persevering through the numerous days like today. Tardy, expecting a tongue-lashing… but it would all be worth it, to step foot on the islands.

The noise picked up, as it often did, when Tate neared the patch of land belonging to the Daycare Center. Sitting on roughly a half-acre, a good dozen Pokémon were running about in a fenced-off area near the street, playing and howling. More, Tate knew, were inside, in kennels and enclosures. The work they did was fascinating, and Tate had even tried to get an internship with them during the first semester at the lab, but nothing had panned out. Probably for the best, Tate had rationalized; there were rumors that some trainers used the facility like a breeding mill; Tate didn’t know the details, but it all sounded very unscrupulous.

In the near distance was a treeline that caught Tate’s attention; it signalled the edge of the city proper and was a key landmark in the daily commute; it meant fifteen more minutes to the lab. Perhaps, if Tate were lucky, it could be as easy as slipping into the back of the room while the professor’s back was turned, and then maybe the whole ‘lecture Tate on personal responsibility’ thing could be completely avoided! ...yeah, right. Tate’s luck wasn’t that good. Tate heaved a sigh, shoving both hands into the pockets of the turquoise and black hoodie meant to stave off the creeping fall chill. Meant to look like the uniform jackets from one of Tate’s favorite shows -- Space Adventure: Advanced Generation -- it broadcasted to all the world watching that this was a poorly adjusted 20-odd-year-old nerd, the image brought to its apex by the thick corrective lenses literally strapped to Tate’s head, lest the weight of them cause them to fall off. Tate tried not to give this any thought, trying to maintain a modicum of self-esteem. Maybe it would have been better to stay in bed that morning?

Just past the treeline were a patch of residential neighborhoods before the city opened up into the metro area. It must have been garbage day because rows of steel cans lined the streets by the driveways. Here and there, one was tipped over; presumably by scoundrel Furret in the wee hours of the morning. Tate smiled at the thought; Furret were cute, even if some people considered them a menace. Murkrow too -- another ‘pest’ species Tate liked. Pidove weren’t native to the area, but had become ubiquitous to cityscapes, and Tate liked those, too! Tate liked Pidove a lot…

So lost in this train of thought was Tate that the sound of one of the trash cans clattering was enough to give the meandering student a real fright. Yelping, the sound of the scream caused something rooting around inside an overturned rubbish bin about six feet away its own scare, and it jumped inside its steel prison, making all sorts of scraping noises. Celebi, help me! Tate heaves a breath, heart thundering. A Sentret? Sometimes the weaker ones would come out later in the day, when there was less competition for resources from their more able peers.

“It’s not nice to dig through peoples’ trash,” Tate admonished, as if a wild Pokémon would even understand the concept of etiquette or private property. Sauntering over to the trash can, Tate bent down, expecting to find a Sentret or perhaps a Rattata. Instead, something inside loosed a felid hiss, dim light glinting off of the tapetum lucidum behind large, brown eyes. It took a moment for Tate’s eyes to adjust, and another moment to process what was being seen.

An Eevee?

“Oh jeez,” Tate groaned, recoiling slightly. Someone’s pet? Did it get out? Reaching inside to try and fish the creature out, there was a horrible shock of pain as the decidedly uncooperative Pokémon bit down on Tate’s hand and held fast, drawing blood. Tate screamed, and tried to shake the bastard monster loose. Only after accidentally ramming it into the side of the trash bin did it let go, and Tate withdrew a mangled hand, tears pricking the corners of both eyes.

“You little shit-” Tate snapped. Terrified, the Eevee cowered against the back of the trash can, against a pile of refuse. Bleeding and angry, but not wholly heartless, Tate couldn’t in good conscience leave it there, nor could the wounded 20-something risk more bodily harm. Grunting, Tate unzipped the prized hoodie -- the one designed after that most favorite of shows -- and used it as a barrier, reaching in with and wrapping it around the Pokémon so it could neither struggle nor bite. It took crawling halfway into the trash can, but Tate eventually managed to swaddle the creature, who hissed and kicked through the entire effort. When Tate finally crawled out of the can, Eevee bound in a now dirty and bloody hoodie and tucked under one arm, there was bits of garbage weaved through strands of black hair, and thick corrective lenses were smudged. Tate was sweating.

Now what?

Tate was even more late to class than before. The Eevee was growling; it didn’t appear to have a collar of any sort and Tate was not eager to stick a hand down in its face to double-check. Briefly, thought was given to just going home and getting cleaned up, and then going from there, but missing a whole day of classes would only elicit more ire from the professor. Besides, he might have an idea of what to do with the Pokémon. Tate sighed. Dirty, sweaty, stinky, late; an untame Eevee in a hoodie. Tate’s favorite hoodie, ruined! What a way to show up for class.

Tate sat the trash can upright -- the least that could be done to whoever owned it -- and kept walking. The lab was only five minutes away; just on the other side of the residential area. The Eevee stopped squirming, having momentarily given up the fight.

Someday, Tate thought, Things will be better than this.

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