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 Posted: Sun Nov 09, 2025 4:32 pm
Tristen would go back to the chair eventually to talk to more with Matteo about…well. Whatever they could to pass the time under the canopy. It wasn’t like they had much of anything else to do. Though as time went on, Tristen started to learn more about Matteo and the kind of life he lived, to the various things he liked to do around Montenevera growing up, to expressing his astonishment that Tristen didn’t know a good few things that would have been commonplace for a teen his age to know. Even a confession from Tristen that when B and E talked about various television and movie shows and things of that nature left Matteo flabbergasted. Like Penny with anime, Matteo also had a whole list of things Tristen ‘needed’ to see while he still could. Tristen wasn’t quite sure if he was going to get that much time in something like that but he was going to try.
It was a matter of time before the Pokémon center got the all clear and shortly after, the shutters would finally rise. Tristen would get up, draping his jacket over his shoulder as he walked out onto the beach along with Matteo. It did still look fairly dreary with all considered. The storm was gone and all, but the havoc that it brought made this beach a stark contrast. All there was were the ever subsiding waves that moved upon the beach and receded. Otherwise, this beach was for all intents deserted. Not any other beach-goers that perhaps were here, nor any Pokémon like Wattrell or Wingull. They cleared the area in a massive hurry and perhaps didn’t look back. Tristen then walked out far down the beach, near the water’s edge, just enough to see back up towards the cliffs where all the debris came from, wanting to see if there were any sort of remnants of the storm that rushed over them.”
“…that storm was still too strange…” Tristen said simply, as if the whole ordeal bothered him in such a fashion. It perhaps was going to be one of those things that Tristen may never get an answer to. It wasn’t as if he was going to like that, though.
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2025 5:05 pm
"Very strange." Matteo concurred as he followed after Tristen, kicking a small branch along the way. Both boys would look up into the sky and notice that the storm was completely gone, no sign of it in any discernible direction, as if it were never here in the first place, the debris on the beach truly the only evidence of its existence. "Now that's weird. Don't storms like, slowly die out? Never heard of one just turning off all at once." The boy continued as he glanced around the area. "Hey, what's that?" The boy called out as he pointed to something several feet away from them on the shore.
It was a twist piece of driftwood, clearly not a fresh branch and instead one that had been out at see for some time. That was not the interest part however, it was instead the clump of purple on it. Matteo wouldn't wait for Tristen to register the branch before approaching it, getting close and kneeling down to get a better look at it. Taking another nearby stick be poked the purple thing to register where it was alive or not. It was not. "What is it?" He asked as he continued to move it with the stick. It appeared to be some kind of purple fur, however wet. "Someone lose their wig?"
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Posted: Mon Nov 10, 2025 5:55 pm
“Yeah…” Tristen said, trying to think back to what GRAY was stating. About a energy signature flickering in and out as the storm made its way over the two. Whatever that storm was, it certainly wasn’t normal. Tristen instantly went back to his legendary Pokémon theory but once again, he was drawing a blank as to what could have caused that or have energy signatures to just exist and not again, however. Tristen started to become resigned in the fact that this was perhaps one mystery that was never going to be solved.
Tristen perked up and stared in confusion when Matteo brought up something out of the ordinary. He walked off towards Matteo, taking note to the large mound of purple fur. Tristen didn’t recognize it; not sure if it was soaked or anything of that sort. Putting his jacket back on finally, he walked forward, getting close to it as Matteo tried to poke it with a stick, only for it to be unresponsive. “…its…fur…I think…” Tristen said. Tristen tried to go though his mind, trying to figure out something that may have caused a massive rainstorm and had purple fur in some capacity, never mind bring the rain and lightning and once again. Two came to mind, one of those only made sense considering the direction the storm came from, and he wasn’t sure if one of those had any nomadic runs in this part of the world. He didn’t want to go back on that sort of theory crafting yet.
Tristen was going to see if he couldn’t get a better look at it; grabbing the driftwood the fur was on to carefully turn the purple mass over to get a better look at it. Maybe to see at the same time if there was anything to that wood to indicate where it came from. It made him wonder if this storm that passed over them actually had its way with a ship out at sea perhaps.
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2025 9:49 am
The wood appeared to be well worn and soaked through with a few small Binacle egg remains on it, the egg remains evidence that this wood was on the seafloor at some point long enough that a Barbaracle saw it as a good place to settle its eggs, the young relying on a hard stationary surface to develop. Tristen may or may not recognize them, though Binacle egg remains were iconic so he just might. They were frequently seen on dock pillars and Wailords, the Binacle remaining there long enough to pair up and eventually find a good rock to become protected and mobile together. Besides evidence it was on the seafloor for an extended period of time there was no much else noteworthy about the driftwood, it was just a piece of a tree that broke off at some point and became waterlogged enough to sink to the bottom of the sea.
The purple fur just appeared limp and wet, as one might expect, however Tristen could sense one key trait of it, and only he could of the two; it had a slight electrical charge to it. Not enough that it could actually shock someone in its current state but enough that if you held it and then touched something grounded and metal you might get a mild zap, just slightly stronger than static electricity. Wasn't often you find fur holding an electrical charge like this, though there were a few Electric type Pokemon that possessed fur capable of holding an electrical charge but how many of them were purple?
"So...what are you thinkin'?" Matteo asked as he leaned over Tristen's shoulder. "Just looks like a piece of wood that an Espeon coughed up a furball onto. May not be purple but Penny's Sylveon can throw up huge ones of that size."
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Posted: Wed Nov 12, 2025 5:05 pm
Tristen continued to look; the wood wasn’t really anything remarkable that he could find. It had been around long enough to get something caked on it; not aware of what Binacle were or anything pertaining to it was. All he could figure was that the wood had been around long enough. The fur on the other hand was a whole other matter. As he tried to examine it and turn it over, he then noticed something as he ended up trying to shift the wood. There was a small crackle. Odd, considering how drenched this stuff was. He reached his hand close to it, staring in confusion, only for the fur to react, discharging a small bolt of electricity. Not enough to cause anyone harm, never mind to Tristen, but enough to startle anyone. Tristen, more so from the noise it made. While he tried to dismiss the possibility of a legendary Pokémon anymore, he couldn’t help it. This fur perhaps all but settled it…
“What I think…” Tristen said. “…is that we may have a Legendary Pokémon on our hands after all. The good news is that I don’t think it was the one that I thought may have shown up even though the storm came in from the water. If it was that one, then we probably would have had a problem on our hands. Though rather or not what I think it is now is a problem or not…I don’t know…I only know of one Pokémon to harness storms and electricity like that has fur like that, and that’s the legendary Pokémon, Raikou.” Tristen said. “This purple fur is part of a long flowing mane down its back that look like billowing storm clouds, at least that’s what stories go. I never seen one myself, but I do know that it and its brother beasts, Entei and Suicune, tends to hang out between Jhoto and Kanto. When GRAY took the scan of the area while the storm was over head, he mentioned the energy signature going in and out…I don’t think it was disappearing. It was Raikou moving that fast. Stories tend to talk about how its fast as lightning as it travels the region. But even so…I haven’t heard anything about it moving across sea waters and stuff…that’s more Suicune’s thing. But…”
Something then occurred to Tristen as he mentioned that last sentence. “…if Raikou didn’t cross the sea…then the storm was only drawn to it. His power was affecting the area.” Tristen said. “He was already here…” Tristen said, looking back towards the cliff again, as if he was half-expecting the Legendary beast to show itself, if only for a mere glimpse before disappearing again, true to its illusive nature. “…what’s a Raikou doing here?” Tristen could only let that question hang in the air for a moment. “I guess…there might not be much to worry about. Those beasts in particular tends to be kinda chill, so…maybe it’s just one of them passing through? Still…if it is a Raikou, then…what’s it doing here? We’re a long way from Jhoto and Kanto…” Tristen could only say, rubbing the back of his head in confusion. It wasn’t unheard of, just vastly unexpected, in the Snagem teen’s case.
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