The Sun of Chaos

“Oh, I see. So, let’s just pick apart why what you accuse my species of is utter and total bullshit, shall we?”

Robin is not going to take any of this bullshit.

“So first of all, let’s use some called logic and deduction. If I am a bad human and I know that a rare Pokémon is living here, I will attempt to steal them for my own benefit. If I am a good human, I will leave you alone because that is what good humans do. The only reason you only see evil humans is because good humans rarely have reason to disturb you.

Second of all, for every human who comes here and tries to poach, a hundred are caught and their trafficking is stopped. Humans have created massive groups and societies -the ranger union to name one- dedicated to protecting Pokémon and setting right the wrongs others commit. Not only that, but one of the largest Pokémon related organizations in human civilization has made medical care for Pokémon free and accessible to all, trained and wild alike. I’ve seen many cases where Pokémon centers and safari wardens have saved the lives of wild Pokémon and taken in eggs and young ones that were abandoned by their parents. And no, they did not then capture them and use them for their own sinister purposes. They let them back into the wild when they could fend for themselves.

And third of all, those poachers and thieves that harass you? They are outlaws. The rest of humanity shuns and decries their actions. We do not condone their actions, in fact -as I mentioned with the Ranger Union- we condemn them and punish them for doing so.

You don’t trust humanity? That is fair enough, the lifestyle you lead attracts the unsavory and criminal….

But when you call us rotten, when judge an entire species based on the actions of the foolish and sinister, then…

Then I take issue with that.”

“... Now, correct me if I am wrong, but your species has jump started the end of the world at least ten times in the last twenty years, have they not?  I count two occasions where this region alone was nearly torn to pieces.  Tell me, have you never caught a Pokémon without the desire to make it do or behave as you wanted?  I sincerely doubt that.  You fear what you do not understand and you desire to control that which you cannot.  

“Entire populations of your kind fall to ridiculous superstition, acting out ‘judgement’ and placing ‘blame’ on whatever or whoever is convenient, even if that thing is one of your own kind.  Not to mention the other horrible and perverse crimes you perform towards one another.  And while we may not be the best behaved species either, at the very least, aside from maybe the Gods, genocidal slaughter is not something we actively seek.

“And even those organizations that exist to do good have hidden agendas that they would rather the public not be privy to, designs meant to bring them more power and prestige so that they may have one more say in what manner your kind perseverates to exist.  I have seen such things with my own eyes, how they capture and twist the rare truly innocent soul to make them do their bidding in a manner and means which make them unable to refuse.  Tell me of a common Pokémon, a Pokémon not of Myth, Legend, or Superstition, who can successfully plot the end of an entire region or an entire race.  I have not met one in all the years I have been alive, which, I can say, is probably twice the time you have lived.  You who has not known half of life’s hardships cannot speak to me as if you have lived mine.  And I take issue with that.”

“Well that makes sense. It takes a special kind of person to be raised by an antisocial jerk and come out as sweet and kind as her.” She puffed out a sigh and turned back the way she was going. Still bent and determined to find Aragh.

“Arceus! I didn’t admit what I am to you to try and prove anything to you! And definitely not to get out of some imaginary Guilt you think I’m suffering from. Or that I am supposed to be suffering from! I have no guilt at all for being a human. I had no control over being human. Just like you apparently have no control over being a Jack A**. That’s just the way it is!” there was a tree in her way so she slowly skirted it so the could keep going.

“I can generally take care of myself against humans and Pokemon. But still things happen. If you can try teaching her how to throw a proper punch. It’s proved effective on most rotten apples I’ve encountered.” she looked over her shoulder at the jerk traveling with her for the moment. She was so over this attitude of his.

“Some Pokemon are just as capable of treachery as humans are so you can quit the whole I’m holier than thou shtick. It’s getting old and you’re starting to sound like a broken record. Oh I’ll forgive you, just because you want to be an A** doesn’t mean I have to be.”

“Well she is the only one of your miserable species that I actually like,” Sol muttered, mostly to himself as he continued to make his way through the undergrowth.  If anything, he was more surprised that she wasn’t just terrified of everything.  Or dead.  That too.  But he was more glad for the second one because while she may be such a sweet girl Arceus it did not help her reckless streak one damn bit.  She could stand to have a bit more caution or paranoia in her.

And as for that other statement, he had a come back all ready but then Sol took a sudden turn, following a scent that lead to a very torn up copse of bushes and undergrowth.  And now he smelled blood.  He didn’t know which creature’s blood it was since he wasn’t familiar with either of them, but something had taken a rather nasty hit.

“Y-Your daughter? Wow! She is so unlike you I can’t even… just since I met her in Alola…. I certainly would have remembered you had you been there!” she stumbled back a step as he reeled around and leveled her with all of his bad emotions and anger. It took her a moment to regain herself after yet another verbal and mental slap to the senses. When she did she leveled him with a stare of her own. Green spring eyes intense as she started breathing in his emotions so she could sift through them and figure out what was going on with him. The underlying reasons for his reactions to her. 

“Look Mister. I get that you don’t trust humans. I get that you want to protect your daughter. And hey guess what? You’re right! I’m not ordinary by human standards. I’m an empath! Which means I can feel the black hole that is your emotions right now. Congrats! You solved the mystery.” she rolled her eyes at him and pushed her hair back out of her face yet again.

“Check yourself before you wreck yourself. I’m not going to hurt her. If I was I woulda done it in Alola while she was suffering from heat stroke in front of me. But I didn’t! I made sure she didn’t have to make a trip to the hospital. You can ask her about it yourself! Why don’t you concentrate on dealing with the dangerous thing that attacked me, that probably WOULD hurt her given the chance. Instead of being a complete rapidash’s butt to me huh? That’d be a better way to spend your time. You could probably track the thing by scent or something right? Or my Lycanroc? Since the faster I find Aragh the faster I’m out of here.”

“The relationship isn’t biological,” Sol replied, but only in Tamera’s defense.  “I simply took over when her human parents no longer could.”  To be fair, they had been decent people, some of the few people he knew that lived in the area that didn’t attack him on sight, though supposedly Absol were regarded with much less hostility where they were from.Either way, their daughter had become his, and he didn’t have any particular qualms about that.

“Revealing yourself as a Psychic does not free you from the guilt of being one of your species,” Sol replied.  “And if my emotions are a void it is because they need to be.  Whatever they do to you is none of my concern.”

Rather sassy eye-roll there, Robin.

“Oh great, this is one of those ‘a human hurt me therefore all humans are bad’ things, isn’t it?”

“… … He says.” Robin said out loud, returning the flask to his bag and standing up, but not actually moving from the spot.

“You are preaching to the Choir Mister. I’m already converted on that. Anyone that lay’s a hand on a child or a pokemon to hurt them deserves to have Giratina personally make their afterlives worse than the worst nightmare!” Interestingly enough,Balia loved absols. Her favorite team member in Kalos was an absol she caught in the mountain area and raised from a young age.So it was ironic that she was dealing with a gijinka version, but one that was inclined to throw her in a ditch. Not that she knew what kind of gijinka he was. Though he did feel familiar. She just couldn’t pay attention to that long enough to figure that out.

“I’m Not in desperate need of Rangers! I was hoping to check in on my friend Tamera! And you already told me they’re in Mauville. And again, I am NOT leaving this forest until I find my Lycanroc! Whatever you think of me I don’t care. I will NOT abandon my pokemon. They are family!”

Sol stopped at the mention of his daughter’s name.  Quickly, he spun around on his heel and eyes the girl with intense scrutiny.

“Well screw them then. Glad they got what was coming to them! Arceus! Hope there isn’t any residual bad energies hanging around though. That’ll be sure to bring in troublesome ghosts into the area…” Balia meant it. If there were two things she could not abide in this world it was child and pokemon abuse. And she’d personally hand out knuckle sandwiches to anyone she met that did either.

“Gijinka yes. But demon….?” Balia considered the man. Taking in his energies a little more. Tasting them so to speak.

“Nope. Just a gijinka. You do feel like a dark type to me and that’s hardly demonic. But whatever. Time’s wasting.” she took out a pokeball and let loose Sorrin. It was getting dark and he had the best eyesight.

“Oh boy. Was that supposed to scare me or something? Wow. I’m shaking in my proverbial boots now. I don’t care much what you do. I just want to find my Lycanroc and go punch a jerk in the face for sending me out here in the first place!” she rolled her eyes and kept moving forward.

“Aragh~! C’mere boy!” she called out.

“No, believe me, those people have yet to have a taste of karma,” Sol growled, his mouth pulling into a rather severe sneer.  As if to show how much it angered him, the next branch he pushed out of his way broke off in his hand and he dropped it to the ground.  Maybe if he was lucky she would trip on it, but his only luck really ever seemed to be in his Ability and rarely in anything else.  “Their whole stupid city could burn a hundred times, and it still would not be enough for all the evil they have inflicted.”  It wasn’t just on his daughter that they’d been horrible, but on his entire kin.  A lifetime of suffering in Reverse World was too good for them.

Sol rolled his eyes.  He was from a species that was demonized this entire continent over.  The humans here may as well have believed his kind were messengers of Giratina itself.  It wasn’t like it’d make the fact that he was a Demon of Disaster any different just because one human didn’t think he was.

Too late, Sol. It looks like he’s making himself comfortable.

“Ah, but that’s the kicker. I have no reason to be here… Or there, or where, or anywhere. So it doesn’t matter where I am, my reasoning remains the same. All places are equal to me.”

He’s even pouring himself a drink from a cannister in his backpack.

Sol sighed.  Yeah, he really didn’t want to deal with this person.

“Awe, well that is such a disappointment! We’re sorry to see you go, handsome.“

“You ask that like a) I have a reason to be here and b) I know where I am.”

Robin, no.

Great... he was one of those weirdo humans that made absolutely no sense.  Wonderful.  Well he had kind of gotten that sense about him from Tamera.

Wasn’t this the guy who’d freaked Tamera out on her birthday?

“town of heathens?”

Mahlna peered up at the other, a little confused. The other looked human, but there was something… something in what he gave off that told her this wasn’t someone who was purely human.