Soup 3.7

Aaron Fulan

Oldale Town, Hoenn Region

The pokemon center was as humble as the rest of the town. Which wasn't to say it wasn't well-equipped; if there was one thing this world's humans took seriously, it was pokemon and healthcare for said pokemon, but it was clear that the building could use some renovation. Actually, looking around, a lot of buildings were like that. Most were traditional log houses, with only the town hall, sheriff's office, and other keystone buildings made of brick and mortar.

Surprisingly enough, it was Durvasa who brought the distinction to my attention. He seemed to draw strange conclusions about the social hierarchy of humans from different context clues, clues that didn't actually mean anything in the way he was used to.

Perhaps I should not have been surprised; mankey and primeape formed heavily stratified social dynamics with a clear alpha male. Not only were the alphas the largest, they got first pickings of mates, food, and of course, the choicest nesting spots. So from Durvasa's perspective, the largest or perhaps the most durable house seemed like the natural place for the "alpha human" of Oldale to reside.

I had a hell of a time explaining that while the mayor could be considered the "alpha" in a manner of speaking, and he did indeed reside in a nice farmhouse manor, he was not in fact the boss of everyone in town, nor would beating him up help Durvasa achieve "enlightenment," whatever the hell that meant.

I sighed as I entered the pokemon center. I knew a mankey as tactical as mine couldn't possibly be normal but I'd hoped for a more moderating influence on my team of lovable idiots.

'We are not idiots,' Artoria sniffed. 'If anything, most would say the man who expected moderation from a mankey is the fool.'

'Oh? What are you then?' I asked with some humor.

'A knight. An idol. A sage. We are dreamers and adventurers, romantics in pursuit of a higher ideal, and though our goals are distinct, our paths and hearts are united as one.'

'Have you been going through my memories of shonen anime?'

Artoria flushed at being caught out. 'One Piece is excellent, especially considering it is about a band of knaves.'

'That it is,' I thought back with a chuckle. 'Any idea what Durvasa means by enlightenment though?'

'You do not know, my lord? You are the one who gave him the idea.'

'How so?'

'You told him that because annihilape gain a ghost type upon evolution, it is likely that the evolution requires a metaphysical component, one pertaining to the soul rather than the mind as common with psychics. You then told him that his namesake was a great sage, an avatar of the God of Destruction himself. How can he not consider the final evolution his enlightenment?'

'Of course. It's clearly my fault.'

'It is.'

'So on the chuuni scale of one to you, how bad is he?'

'I feel like I should be offended by that remark,' she huffed. 'If you must know, when he declared that he shall "achieve the ultimate enlightenment by mastering his body and soul with the unyielding force of his will," and that "his soul shall burn the heavens until the very stars are snuffed out in the grand inferno of his fiery rage," he seems to believe that he can get closer to this goal by learning more about the world beyond Petalburg Woods. Does that answer your question?'

'Yes… Yes it does… What have I done…'

She placed a comforting hand on my thigh. 'You have created a training rival for me, my lord. I am grateful. We shall train together to reach greater heights, as iron sharpens iron.'

Artoria had learned snark. What was the world coming to? Was she going through her teenage rebellious phase?

Before I could respond to the brat, I heard someone clear her throat loudly. I blinked and realized I'd entered the pokemon center and had been standing in front of the service desk for a few minutes without saying a word.

"Can I help you, hun?" the receptionist asked pointedly. She was a plump woman who, by the faintest hint of gray in her hair, was just reaching the twilight of her middle-age years.

I laughed sheepishly. "Sorry, ma'am. I was talking to my kirlia and didn't realize we'd already arrived."

"You do that often, hun?"

"Ehehe, yeah, it's a bad habit common to a lot of psychic trainers. I'm still working on multitasking."

"So I see. Your pokemon don't seem injured. Need a room?"

"Yes, ma'am."

"Length of stay?"

I flipped open the calendar app on my pokenav. It was early April. More specifically, we'd arrived in Oldale with a single day before the contest. I also planned to explore the Oldale Ruins for Artoria so… "Say, do you know anything about the ruins?"

"Yeah, Alden Umezu runs the tours every few days. Next one is in four days. You came at a great time, hun. He's been real excited about a stone tablet a friend in Rustboro University sent him."

I nodded happily. "Then please set us down for five days."

"Sure thing, hun."

After registering for our room, free thanks to the gym sponsorship, we decided to head out back to train. I wanted to get a proper set of weights for Durvasa, maybe even for Artoria too, but I wasn't likely to find a retailer for specialized training equipment until I reached Petalburg. We'd just have to work with what we had, which meant fae-type meditation for Artoria, pushups and suicides for Durvasa, and a rehearsal of the contest routine for Jeanne.

We worked until the setting sun bathed the sky in hues of purple, yellow, and orange. The four of us laid back on the soft grass, head to head in a cross formation. Durvasa was huffing and puffing, even his fighting type vitality worn down by a full day of nonstop stamina training. Still, he was happy, or as close to not-pissed as a mankey could get.

"Man, mankey," he said as we watched the clouds roll by on streams of shifting color.

"Artoria?"

'He has an idle thought,' she dutifully translated. 'The fat human called you "hun." Why? What does affection mean in this context?'

"Ah, I see. Care to explain, Artoria?" I tried. I figured the more they talked, the more their relationship would improve.

'I admit to not knowing the answer myself, my lord,' she said sheepishly. 'I can say little beyond the strangeness of humans.'

I had to give it to her, from an outside perspective, it was strange. I paid it little mind. I lived in Virginia in my past life and though Arlington was as north as could be while remaining in the state, there were plenty of people who abided by "southern hospitality." I'd been called "hun," "sugar," and "babe" by so many strangers that it just washed off me like water off a farfetch'd's back. It was one more casual mannerism that I didn't put any stock into until it was pointed out to me.

"It's just her way of being friendly," I told them. "Some people give others affectionate nicknames, even strangers, because it establishes a friendly conversation from the start. It doesn't mean anything on its own. Small towns like this especially place a large emphasis on community and cooperation. It's probably a habit for her; I don't think she thought about it at all."

"Mankey."

"Kirlia-kir."

"Hmm?"

'We agree on something: Humans are strange.'

"Heh, true that."

X

Back in my room, I finally decided to call home. We were sprawled out on the bed, with Artoria in my lap and Jeanne snuggled into my side. Durvasa sat a little ways to the side, within view of the pokenav but so close that we were touching. He reminded me of a child who just hit that awkward age when they were "too cool" for hugs.

I rolled my eyes and let him be.

"You haven't met my mom yet, have you, Durvasa? I also have a dad and two little siblings. You can consider them part of the troupe," I explained. "They're all the way in Mossdeep."

"Mankey?"

"Where's Mossdeep?"

"Man."

"Ah, sorry. Mossdeep is an archipelago, that's what you call a string of islands."

"Mankey…?"

'He would like to know what an island is, my liege,' Artoria said. 'Perhaps you should begin by explaining the ocean.'

"Oh, right, sorry. You'll see the sea soon when we get to Petalburg CIty and what I'm saying might mean something more then, but the sea is… a lake that covers most of the world. The truth is, Petalburg Woods where you lived, and even all of Hoenn, is a very small part of the world. An island is a relatively small section of land jutting out from this ocean. I say small but they're formed from undersea mountains so they can still be very big.

"Mossdeep Archipelago is the string of islands that my family oversees. Mossdeep Island is the biggest one and Mossdeep City is where I'm from."

"Man. Mankey-mankey, man."

'That is a lot of different things called "Mossdeep." I do not disagree. Human naming conventions are strange.'

"Heh, yeah. In older texts, the archipelago used to be called the Tokusane Archipelago. I don't know when people started referring to the entire archipelago by the name of the largest city but that's the way it is. Anyway, my parents and siblings live in Mossdeep and this here pokenav lets me call them from far away."

"Man," he said, nodding seriously. It felt nice seeing him filled with curiosity. He acted like a man who'd been colorblind until now. I wondered if I should have named him "George."

I dialed my mom's number. The dial tone rang a whole four times before she picked up.

"Your psychic protections are impre-Aaron," she cut herself off, blinking twice in surprise.

"Hello, mother-dearest, were you expecting someone else?" I replied with a cheeky grin.

"I was. You are incapable of hindering my divination. I assumed Phoebe Fuyou required something of me. But perhaps I should have expected you. Alfonse failed to scry you several days ago. I take it you have lucked into another relic?"

"The great llama above has blessed me with a relic."

"I see. I will get your siblings. Perhaps you can disavow them of the notion that you have somehow discovered a hitherto unknown tomb in the Oldale Ruins after battling the spirit of an ancient guardian aggron for the keys to a lost kingdom."

"Yeah, sure, I'd love to ta-wait what?"

"Indiana Jones. You spent so much time filling their heads with nonsensical stories that they have come to the conclusion that the only way you could have acquired another relic so soon would be through some grand adventure."

"Oh, ahahahaha, that's hilarious."

Before I could continue, I heard feet banging on the stairs. Then, Liza's excited voice, "Dad! Mom says Aaron's on the line!"

"Sweet, dad's home too?"

"Indeed. Jin has been spending more time with us this past week," she said. Though her expression changed little, I could tell she was happy with the new arrangement. "He has been arriving home at more reasonable times to join us for dinner."

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"That's great, mom."

The screen waved and I was soon looking up at my dad. "Hey, son, how's it hanging?"

"Really? 'How's it hanging?' Is that the hip and cool thing to say these days?" I deadpanned.

"Hey, I'll have you know, Tate and Liza think I'm cool."

"They're ten. And too nice to hurt your feelings."

"Ouch. You're really gonna rip into your old man huh?"

"Of course, snark is my love language."

"Heh, good to see you, son. I'm going to set you on the mantle so everyone can see."

The pokenav shook once again and I was looking down at my family. Tate and Liza were there, tapping their feet impatiently. Alice, Quinn, and Astro, dad's clefable, were lounging around as well. Dad squeezed between mom and Astro to wrap an arm around mom. I moved the camera away so everyone on my team could also be in view as well.

"Hey everyone," I called. "I just got into Oldale today."

"Kir!"

"Flaaf!"

"Man…?"

"Yeah, my team says hi. Jeanne evolved now. She's fat and less fluffy now," I joked, only to receive a painful shock.

"Flaaf!"

"Ow!"

"Heh, you deserved that, bro," Liza chuckled. "Jeanne is still as adorable as always."

"Y-yeah, you shouldn't be mean to your pokemon," Tate chimed in.

"Fine, fine, I'm sorry. Jeanne is still a great cuddler. Anyway, meet Durvasa, my mankey. He tried to steal my backpack and his intelligence impressed me so we made a deal: I help him turn into an annihilape and he becomes my pokemon."

"I see, that is a hard path," mom said. "You understand that there are less than one hundred confirmed annihilape in the world?"

"I didn't know that actually but I figured they'd be about that rare so I'm not surprised. I have a hypothesis that their evolution is triggered by a spiritual awakening. Durvasa calls it his enlightenment. He wants to be the first primeape to master his rage, or at least the first he's ever heard of."

"Hmm… It is not an unreasonable hypothesis. I must admit that your guess is as good as mine in this case. Our family has seldom bothered to raise fighting or ghost types."

"I figured that'd be the case. Any chance you can just take a peek at the future?"

She smiled wryly. "I could. I could also simply ask colleagues in Indigo or Paldea for reports on the species. But would that really be what you want?"

I shook my head. Durvasa leaned forward so he could stare at the screen more closely. Then he let out a dismissive huff. "Man-mankey."

I reached out and pat his head. "You don't want the answer handed to you?"

"Man."

'Indeed, my lord. He said, "Never! The path to Enlightenment Beyond Death should be a journey of self-realization through the overcoming of trials both physical and spiritual. It should be a deeply personal path walked by every individual and their troupe, a path blazed through sweat and blood. The answer is something I shall seize with the strength of my arms and the blazing conviction in my heart!"'

'He said that? Word for word?'

'He is… a surprisingly eloquent mankey…'

I looked back at the screen. I decided to sum up the mini-tirade. "No thanks, mom. He said no."

"You would deny power when it's readily offered?"

"I would if I think the journey is worth more than the power being offered."

She leaned back with a satisfied smile. "As it should be."

"Woah, are you smiling? I didn't know you knew how to do that."

"Artoria," she said plainly. My kirlia's spoon jabbed unpleasantly into my rib.

"Kir," the little traitor said, preening.

That was as long as Tate and Liza were willing to wait. They'd been vibrating in their seats for the past few minutes, kept in check only by Alice's steadying telekinetic hand.

"So… speaking of scrying… Did'ya find anything interesting, big bro?" Liza asked, in that not at all subtle way only children could.

I couldn't help but tease them a bit. I tapped a finger on my chin in thought. "In the forest? Loads. There was an abra that we kept running into. He teleported away every time but I guess we were going in the same direction because we disrupted his sleep like five or six times. Oh, and then there was that time Artoria and Jeanne had an eating contest. And that time Artoria got herself a fanboy. And of course there's Durvasa too."

"You know what I mean, bro!"

"Ah, you mean the gardevoirite?"

"The garde-YES! I win, Tate!" she crowed victoriously, fists pumping in the air. "He said you might have gotten a different relic but I said it was a mega stone and now he needs to do my chores for the next week!"

"Aww, man," Tate moaned. "How did you get another mega stone so fast?"

"He probably got it from the ruins."

"Nope, I just got into Oldale today," I pointed out. "And by that I mean I actually just got into town, not I explored the ruins first before coming into town."

"Oh, well then he must have impressed some super-ancient gardevoir sage in the forest. Mom said there are some covens that help each other out."

"Actually, Artoria just dug it out of the dirt. Literally. It was half buried beneath a rotting log."

"Ehh?"

"Not everything needs to be a grand adventure, guys. Sometimes, the almighty alpaca likes to have mercy on us lesser mortals."

"What?"

"Never mind." I scooped my backpack from beside the bed with my foot and kicked it towards my face. Artoria dutifully caught it and revealed her precious., cradling it like a baby. "Anyway, ta-da! The gardevoirite, which honestly doesn't look like much. I'm told it feels very diff-"

I couldn't finish. One moment, Alice was on the other side of the screen, and the next, she was in front of her daughter.

"MAN!" Durvasa yelped, lashing out with a Scratch that Alice blocked with laughable ease.

I placed a hand over his head and forced him down. He was a simmering ball of surprise and anger but he wasn't stupid enough to make more of an issue of her sudden teleportation. She hadn't even bothered to look at him.

For her part, Alice stared at the gardevoirite reverently, eyes wide and breath coming in short pants. I hadn't expected her to show up right away but I supposed some curiosity was to be expected.

Artoria had been much the same. She was almost obsessive over the jewel for the first few days and Gollum jokes aside, she could feel something I could not, something from the mega stone that uniquely called to the ralts line.

She stayed that way for several seconds. Then, with a slow blink of her large, ruby eyes, she leaned back, satisfied. I soon felt an insistent mental probe that forged a connection between us.

'Greetings, daughter, Aaron,' Alice said. Her voice was reminiscent of a gentle stream, clear and soothing. It was also completely at odds with the crazy sadist I knew her to be.

"Ow!" I yelped, more in surprise than pain as I felt something slimy crawl up my spine.

'My lord?'

'Nothing, Artoria,' I grumbled, shooting her mother an annoyed glare. For her part, Alice replied with an innocent smile that would have made angels weep in envy. 'I'm going to shave you bald one day.'

Artoria let out an exasperated sigh. 'You will not shave my mother.'

'Aren't you curious? Have you ever seen a bald gardevoir before?'

'I have not. I have no desire to.'

'Now that you mention it…' Alice mused, eyeing her daughter curiously, 'You know, I suppose a bald gardevoir would look much like a bald kirlia, just bigger.'

'That's right, mo-Wait, what?'

'Yes, it'd be less work, too.'

I caught on to what she was doing. She'd somehow masked her own emotions, manipulating them to convey only an aura of idle curiosity. If it wasn't for that slightly too wide smile, I would've bought it too.

Happy to take any chance to tease Artoria, I made an exaggerated show of looking her up and down. 'You know, Alice, I think you're right. I don't think anyone's ever seen a bald kirlia before either.'

'I'll hold her. You do have shears, right?'

'Of course. I help Jeanne shave sometimes. Although, I don't think it'll be enough to give her a full buzz cut.'

'That's fine. Sharon has been reading more parenting books and articles on developmental psychology. Experts say doing menial tasks such as combing hair or getting a makeover is a great way to bond with children.' Alice placed her hands on Artoria's shoulders, more to dissuade any escape attempts I suspected, and said, 'Daughter dear, I've been grossly negligent. How do you feel about a mohawk? You can have a little head crest like Quinn! I know how much you want to be a knight like your father.'

The look of pure, unadulterated horror on Artoria's face was one I'd remember for ages to come. On cold, dark nights, I would look back on this moment and giggle at the way Alice managed to pervert Artoria's dearest ambition with but a few sentences.

'I-I-No-That's not-Wha-I DO NOT NEED A HAIRCUT!' my starter yelped, teleporting away in a flash of light.

Durvasa and Jeanne stared at the space where Artoria had been, heads tilted in unasked question. Then, seemingly reaching the right conclusion for all the wrong reasons, they visibly scootched away from the sadistic gardevoir to a corner of my bed.

That did it. I was done. I lost.

"Hahahahahaha, holy shit, you're a monster, Alice."

'I don't know what you're talking about, Aaron. All I wanted was to spend time with my daughter.'

"Right. You're just the perfectly innocent lady, aren't you?"

'Of course.'

"Language, young man," dad said. I'd almost forgotten that the call was still live.

"Ehehe, sorry, pops."

"Umm, bro?" Liza asked, "What just happened?"

"Alice is a sadistic monster who tortures her daughter for her own amusement." A pillow promptly flew into my face. "Where is Artoria anyway?"

'She is in an unused washing machine downstairs. One moment.' Then, in a visible demonstration of her mastery, Artoria popped into existence on her lap. Alice wrapped her arms around her traumatized daughter and whispered sweet nothings into her ear, somehow managing to convince her that it was all a misunderstanding and she would never do something she didn't want.

"I give up. Anyway, what do you make of the mega stone?" I asked her.

'I do not want it,' she said plainly. 'Are you surprised? Did you think I would wish to borrow it until she evolved?'

'Honestly… yeah,' I replied in my mind. 'Why wouldn't you? It's a mega stone.'

'It is. It is power. It is potential. It is the proof of a pokemon's relationship with their trainer. It is everything we strive for both as individuals and as combatants. It is also worthless to me.'

That drew Artoria out of her comfy stupor. 'How do you mean, mother?'

'It is incompatible with my fighting style, or perhaps outright detrimental.' She explained further at Artoria's questioning glance. 'There is a point at which more power is not a good thing.'

'Control,' I realized, 'You're saying you think it'll throw off your control.'

'Just so, Aaron. From Alfonse's experience, mega evolution grants immense power, but that power comes with challenges of its own in the form of a new body, new emotions, and new senses. Normally, an experienced pokemon retains enough control to wield their newfound power adequately, with only minor if any decline in performance, but my entire combat style revolves around finesse. Mine is a careful balance of psychic and fae auras and I do not relish the thought of mastering myself again.'

'Huh, fair enough. I'm kinda glad actually. Not giving it to you means I have a shield against mom's scrying.'

'Oh? Have you been doing things you don't want Sharon to see? I suppose you are at that age…'

'Really? Sex jokes from a gardevoir?'

'I feed off positive emotions and lust can be such an exquisite spice~'

'MOTHER!' Artoria screamed in our heads, trying to decide between teleporting away, which she knew was futile, and joining Jeanne and Durvasa in the corner, which she knew was also futile.

'Hahahaha, well, I'll be off now. Keep that gardevoirite safe.'

And with that, she was here and gone like a sudden storm. The whole interaction took only a handful of minutes.

When I next glanced at the pokenav, I found that Liza and Tate had grabbed a bag of popcorn from somewhere and were sporting distinctly amused grins. No doubt Alice was telling them all about our little chat.

I decided to turn the conversation back towards something more useful. "Hey, mom."

"Yes, Aaron?"

"I wanted to ask for some training materials. Or advice. Not picky, really."

"Did you want a book from the library? I can have it teleported to you."

"Maybe? I'm sure there are things that weren't digitized. I want something for all three of my pokemon," I said, causing Jeanne and Durvasa to perk up now that they were on familiar ground. "For Artoria, I want primers on fairy type energy and any guides for teaching her to teleport with other people. I didn't want to start on that in the forest in case I really screwed up."

"And for your flaaffy and mankey?"

"Jeanne's getting the hang of Agility, Artoria's been teaching her, but I wanted to know if you have any tips for non-psychics picking up the move. I know you've done that for some people who've visited in the past."

"I have. That's easy enough."

"As for Durvasa, I want Meditate. Not those weekend classes you sometimes give for normies either. I want the move. I'm hoping that it'll help him get a handle on his anger, maybe also give him a jumping off point for when he touches ghost type aura."

Mom nodded. "I understand. They're all reasonable moves to teach and you are not overreaching beyond what your pokemon are capable of. Very well, I will have the materials prepared and delivered tomorrow morning."

"Thanks, mom," I said sincerely. "Any news on the larvesta egg?"

"Caitlyn thinks she can get one in several weeks. I suspect you will see it in Petalburg City or Rustboro City if you head north."

"Alright, yeah, that's fair. I guess an egg like that is hard even for an Elite Four."

"Quite. Aaron, do you intend to compete in this year's Ever Grande Conference?"

"Umm… Not really? I mean, I don't have any strong feelings about it. None of my pokemon really care. Jeanne wants to be at the Grand Festival. Durvasa wants to achieve enlightenment. And of course, Artoria's goal has always been Quinn. It'd be nice but… it's not really a factor in our decision-making I guess. Why?"

"You are the slowest of my gym trainers this year in terms of circuit progress. Arbor Flowers acquired his third badge two days ago. The rest have their second or have scheduled their bouts already while you are not even in the relevant city."

I wracked my brain. Who was Arbor again?

I had it. He was a chubby boy with black hair and eyes and a rash if determined personality. He also tried a little too hard to be "street" because he hated being the "flower boy." Unfortunately, kids being kids, that just made people mock him even more. I remembered him being in my class since I was ten. "He started with an abra, right?"

"Indeed."

"Huh. Good for him. He must really be hauling ass to schedule those battles. Are you upset that I'm not trying to set a record?"

Mom snorted daintily. It was as much emotion as I'd seen from her. "Hardly. Do you know what they are called? Those who complete their circuit within their first year?"

"Supernovas, right?"

"Or starbursts, hanabi, fireworks, and other such names. It is partly celebratory, but also cautionary. Like their namesakes, they tend to burn out swiftly."

"Not going to warn Arbor?"

"No. He has chosen his path, as have you. I do not care what path you walk, only that you strive to reach the potential you envision for yourself. All of you."

"Thanks, mom."

"So what are your plans, Aaron?" Dad asked. "Are you going to stay in Oldale long? It's a beautiful town."

"It is. Today? I'm just going to grab dinner after our call and turn in. The contest is tomorrow evening so Jeanne and I will be polishing up our routine. After that, Artoria wanted to explore the ruins so I think we're going to sign up for one of those cavern tours. Then we'll leave west to Petalburg and pick a fight with Norman I suppose."

"Not a bad plan. Sounds relaxing."

"That's the idea."

"Good. It's good to take time for yourself, especially when you're on a journey. Take care of yourself, son."

"Thanks, dad. Got any recommendations for food around here?"

"It's been fifteen years since I was last there, kiddo. I remember a diner making some great chicken-fried steak though… Martha's? Mary's? Something like that. It might still be around."

"I'll look it up," I promised.

"Then don't let us keep you."

We said our goodbyes and hung up.

We did find the diner. Turned out, in a sleepy town like this, most businesses were family institutions. The diner was actually called Mirabelle's, named for the proprietress's great grandmother. It had been in the family business for eight generations apparently.

And yes, the steak was phenomenal.

Author's Note

Proof that if you bug me enough, I'll cave because I'm a limp biscuit.

Long chat.

Yeah, that was a weird one for me too. Did you know the mankey line can learn Meditate? And as early as gen 2 via breeding from smeargle? It's like Game Freak intended for the whole "master thyself" to be a huge part of its journey but never got around to making it a part of the plot.

Have an animal fact: The American bison is unexpectedly easy to hunt because they have both lungs contained in one pleural cavity. Normally, most animals have two pleural cavities, one for each lung. What this means is that Native Americans shot bison in the chest with a single arrow and this would pierce the pleural cavity, causing both lungs to collapse one on top of the other.

To be fair, it's still 2,000 pounds of beef charging at your face, but it's got a weirdly exploitable weak point like some kind of video game boss.

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