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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.

“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.

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.

Tristen mouth quirked only a little when Matteo suggested to take their leave from the beach and head back to the academy. He took out his SNAG and took a look at the time. With the storm eating their time here, never mind Tristen’s time to actually work on Agility, never mind of the possibility of a legendary roaming around nearby that he wasn’t sure if he was going to be defend Matteo if push came to shove if this Raikou or whatever it could be decided to lay claim to the area. Especially with the line-up he had. While technically they still pretty much had a good several hours of daylight to go, Tristen didn’t necessarily want to take the chance. Not in the wake of that. Lunch was perhaps going to have to wait until they got back. “Yea, lets get out of here just in case…” Tristen said.

Matteo would eventually make the call to get a Squakabilly taxi out towards the beach again; though because of the storm that made its way through, there was a bit of a delay. Tristen was left to wonder if it was because of the storm, or if the birds were actually sensing the potential Legendary Pokémon in the area. It could have gone either way. Eventually, the taxi would arrive and the boys would take the flight off. Matteo would start needling questions about what he knew of legendary Pokémon, namely the ones that he had first hand dealings with, however long or brief they were, and once again Tristen would recant his tales how he remembered them. Though as Tristen spoke on, Matteo seemed to look as if he was trying to seek answers to something, for questions that Tristen didn’t even know how to ask, let alone what.

It was a matter of time before the taxi touched down. The boys were let out and once the taxi driver was paid, the taxi lifted off, leaving Matteo and Tristen nearby the academy steps. “Not exactly the day I imagined…” Tristen said to him.

Tristen had to smirk a bit; finding the statement a bit on the comical side, knowing good and well what it actually meant. Perhaps it wasn’t all too bad, though. At the very least, at least Tristen managed to help get his Buizel to become a Floatzel to make up for yesterday. And it was a nice outing if all the same. While he had outings with Team Snagem, this one hit…a bit different. Even the outing yesterday, for that matter with his friend. Maybe something can be salvaged. “Well, whatever I am going to do, it’s probably not going to happen until after I finally get some lunch.” Tristen said to Matteo. “Want to come along?” he then asked.

Tristen would chuckle for a moment before following Matteo off back to the academy cafeteria. He made his way up the grand stairs and off into the academy halls, making his way back for the cafeteria, some place that he hadn’t really bothered coming to over the weekend for one reason or another. A matter of circumstance, if nothing else. He ended up with a little bit of a sigh once he mentioned his disdain for running into Ms. Picante, a notion that Tristen couldn’t agree on. Ms. Picante had always been nice because the kid paid it forward the moment he met her and didn’t want to break any sort of trust with her, more so when literally on day one she bailed him out getting that yeast from her and kept both him and Matteo out of trouble. The Manectric hybrid started to go down the whole assortment of sandwiches as Matteo named them off, all sorts to try. “The fillet sounds good…” Tristen said, taking the fried fillet sandwich. “Though yeah, it might sound like a bad idea leaving them out like that, but considering there’s cameras here and there for both student and teacher safety, kinda hard to sneak out a bunch of sandwiches like that.” Tristen said as he started to go over towards the condiments.

“Also…you might kinda wanna lay off Ms. Picante about that.” He said, getting a couple of packets of mayo and looking for a drink and chips to go along side. Apparently, a good number of chips were picked clean due to the boy’s tardiness to this place chances are. Seemed like plain and corn chips were left over, and more of the former than the latter, as Tristen noticed on the relatively sparse shelf racks nearby. Tristen picked up a package of the corn chips, along with a lemonade alongside. “With me here with you now, you’d got nothing to worry about. Even if I wasn’t, you got think for a second, you kinda had it coming a bit for a while there. I heard about some of the stuff before I showed up in Paldea. Like I told you earlier this week, some people are going to be harder to warm up to because of what you were. You got a track record spanning years for some people, like Ms. Picante. If you’re out to be better like you want to be, you’re going to have to let them see you put in the effort. It’s going to take time, but just this past week alone, I can tell you’ve been trying. Big difference from my first week here.” Tristen said, giving Matteo a affirming pat on the back. “Mushroom stuff aside, anyways.”

Tristen didn’t get that notion at all out of Ms. Picante. If anyone, she would have done that to an adult if nothing else, as opposed to a kid who certainly couldn’t have known any better. Or rather, too ignorant to choose to know better. But something that Matteo said jumped out to him. That some adults hold someone to mistakes long past incidents? Tristen only had a couple of situations like that, but that was only because he was literally in Team Snagem missions, being as they were life threatening more often than not, and one of those situations, he’s got a scar at his shoulder blade to remind him more than anything. This was not any such thing, just a rowdy kid instead. And this wasn’t something Tristen felt was limited to Ms. Picante.

Tristen recalled many things that Matteo had said throughout the couple of un-consecutive weeks he has known the Growlithe hybrid, between his whole situation with the mushrooms, to some about his life. To his general demeanor; the reason why he tries to remain some realm of arbitrarily cool, though uptight rather if Matteo realizes it or not, as opposed to someone that has relaxed, and can enjoy himself like those bits that Tristen noticed during watching his adoptive father’s gym leader battle yesterday, or the happiness of seeing his Buizel evolve earlier today. His friends like Brooks, Elwin, and Fela. To his motivations to ‘be better’. It started to look like that it stemmed to one overarching issue. Tristen looked around for a second and decided to call the shot. “Like your dad?” Tristen then asked. Tristen wasn’t sure if such a conversation was probably going to ruin lunch for a second, but Tristen wanted to help. He wanted Matteo to ‘be better’, after all. In more ways than Matteo probably imagines.

Tristen didn’t really jump to Matteo’s sudden outburst. On the one hand, he’s convinced something was up with his father, if not the topic at hand, though really, he felt like he nailed it in one. Especially with Matteo’s hesitation, that look as if he had been figured out. Called out. Exposed. It wouldn’t be the first time he heard about kids not living up to parents’ expectations and how it affected them. On the other hand, it was probably a far too soon to call that proverbial shot. Matteo either still had been trying to keep his guard up or he’s in denial on something that he’d rather not open or introspect about. While Tristen made it a note to try to be slow about prying into such things, it was probably a bit too soon still. “I’m sorry.” Tristen said, backing off from it. “It’s just with a lot of the stuff you told me about…made me think a bit. I was just trying to help still, but I shouldn’t have tried to guess like that.” Tristen said.