Welcome to Gaia! ::

Tristen had to hold his tongue a bit. It was expected, but still slightly jarring considering that not only he’s dealt with worse and knew how to deal with a testy Pokémon generally, but this Pokémon center attendant was saying that while staring down a Galvantula, a fully evolved Bug pokemon at that, and a Dragonite. However, Tristen was going to remain nice. He waited on the Pokémon to be taken care of, taking note to the Spewpa who was stewing in his anger at being caught up in Galvantula’s webbing. Tristen couldn’t help but to shake his head for a second until he looked back towards the Pokémon Center station attendant and shook his head. “No, thank you.” He said. “I can take it from here. Thank you.” He would then walk off to a nearby table around the center to sit down, Galvantula still dragging the bug and Dragonite staying close by in case he was needed.

Tristen tossed out the three Pokeballs once again, releasing Rookidee, Wimpod, and Xatu. “You three feel better?” he asked them. The Pokémon spoke up in unison. They were fine, but then the three of them took a look at the proverbial Cufant at the table: Spewpa. Rookidee was half tempted despite all of what happened to gorge down on Spewpa himself after all of that, if not only to stick it to the Wattrell that caused all manner of chaos, but let Karma take its toll. Wimpod couldn’t bring himself to look at Spewpa anymore, the hint finally taken from Spewpa and retreated to under the table that Tristen sat. Xatu was neutral as he always is, but try to discern that with its ever-watchful stare. “Alright, Galvantula, let me see Spewpa.” He said. Galvantula cut off the web he had and Tristen took it, lifting Spewpa off the ground by the webbing and sat the bug down on the table, proceeding to peel the webbing off Spewpa. “Spewpa, honestly, why are you wanting to give everyone a hard time?”

Was that it? Was it really? Spewpa did have a bit of a tone shift when he brought her up yesterday so…maybe? “Fela had to go with her parents, Spewpa. She didn’t abandon you; she’ll be back. I trust she will be back. You need to as well. But even so, that’s no reason to take it out on me or any of the other Pokémon, let alone leaving yourself open to allow birds to try to eat you.” Tristen said, more stern at the last end of the sentence. Tristen before now hasn’t ever heard of a suicidal bug before…well, except arguably Pineco, but that was weird corner case. “And also, like I said last night, I am responsible for you too. I always have been. Fela had been insistent on keeping you around more for some reason and I let her because I was still trying to get to know her myself, like a lot of people and Pokémon here. More trust stuff. I know I haven’t had a lot of time with you, but when Fela came to me needing to leave for a couple of days and wasn’t able to take you with her, trusting me to take care of you, I was hoping to get to know you better because the most we’ve really done together is a bunch of battling to where you finally became a Spewpa. You know, make up for lost time and all and maybe help you evolve again in the process. I’m pretty sure it’d surprise Fela when she gets back if that happens. But I can’t help you do that if you’re going to be awful like this. Is this what you’re really going to do for the next couple of days? Is it really?” Tristen then asked intently, looking at Spewpa with seriousness. Spewpa one way or another was going to realize Tristen wasn’t one to be pushed around.

“I want you to do that, too.” Tristen said, a bit softer now. Spewpa was a lot more emotional than how he was last night when confronted. Tristen was wondering if there was something more to it this time, perhaps now that he was being stared down by a bunch of Pokémon more wholly trained and worlds more powerful than it and it was complying out of duress, compared to when he had Spewpa alone in his dorm room and possibly just said what Tristen wanted to hear initially. Maybe, maybe not. Fela was still a point in contention to Spewpa. Now that he thought about it, he was left to wonder what exactly Fela told Spewpa before she left. Did she just say she was leaving and expected everything to be okay? Did she spell out that she was coming back? Fela did mention it was pretty sudden on her end, so maybe Spewpa didn’t understand the gravity of it. Who knows. Tristen could only guess at this point. “But being like you were wasn’t going to do that. What got you to think that it was going to work out that way? I can tell you, that never gets anything done. I already had one person to think something like that that already here and I embarrassed him in a Pokémon battle yesterday before Fela left you to me to take care of. Now he’s off around the school probably still moping for as all I know. You need to be better than that.” He said. “You understand?”

“Well, I’m needing to get back training myself. It was what I was doing before I came out here to the beach to give everyone some time to enjoy themselves. But, I got a bit behind now after that whole thing with the Wattrell stuff. Anyways, before all of that, there’s lunch finally…” Tristen said to the bug. Then Tristen looked down under the table, seeing Wimpod still down there after being released again. “…I suppose before even that…” Tristen adjusted himself so he could reach down under the table. Wimpod yelped from being picked up and pulled out from under the table and sat him down on top of the table near Spewpa. “I think you got something to say, don’t you, Spewpa?” Tristen had to make sure things were amicable between the Pokémon. They were basically training partners in and of themselves after all.

Wimpod’s antennae shot straight up once the sudden outburst out of the Spewpa but then just as quickly brought them back down, scooting across the table and gave an affectionate nudge. Not like Wimpod had arms for itself either. “Alright, well if we had enough emotional drama, lets have lunch now shall we?” Tristen asked the Pokémon about him. The Pokémon would speak up in approval. Tristen would start getting lunch ready for the each of them. Spewpa the chow courtesy of Fela, the rest varied as to what they had. Each Pokémon had their own different needs and likes. And the meal was relatively peaceful now. Though Tristen kept a close lookout to make sure that no more Wattrell decided to ruin this outing.

As Tristen had himself a sandwich as the Pokémon ate, the boy started to think back to this morning when he tried to train in agility now that he had a moment to think and not deal with Pokémon drama. He wondered how much more was he going to be able to accomplish today trying to learn agility. Truthfully, despite the time he was taking here, he was still feeling a bit exhausted. He tried to spark some electricity in the palm of his hand for a bit of an electricity check, and he had to put some effort into it. It got him a little worried. Incidentally, his legs were settling in on the seat he was sitting at on the table and unfortunately, he was getting a bit too comfortable. Perhaps he overdid it this morning. It was tempting to instead spend the rest of the day away playing with the Pokemon out here at this beach instead of getting back hard at it. Tristen just shook his own head at the notion. It wasn’t really going to get any better. He can truly rest when he gets back to the dorm for the night.

Tristen finished his meal and then end up feeling a bit distracted, trying to figure out how to go about what he needed to do with Agility. He went through every last run in the back of his mind this morning, trying to figure out if he was even on the right track. There was something else going on that he was possibly missing in this part of the training. He could only sit there and try to figure that out for the time being…

Tristen continued to sit there at the table in the midst of his thoughts. The Pokémon at this point were starting to finish up eating and probably got set to get to playing some more in their own way. Though one could wonder if Tristen was actually stalling a bit. Despite the bench on the table was not meant to be the most comfortable seat, it didn’t matter when one felt generally exhausted otherwise. His mind continued to go through his training regimen this morning until finally, he had come to the realization that he could come up with nothing definitive yet despite his best efforts. Tristen was under the assumption that he needed everything to be in rhythm, that he has to effectively see that rhythm, and put his electrical prowess at its utmost efficiency just to see if this way was actually the way to go. It was going to be upsetting all the same if he does manage to pull that off he’d come to find out that it wasn’t the way Agility was going to work for him. He was told that hybrids perform the skill all differently just as Pokémon does. Matteo uses his fire and his adoptive father uses the ice prowess, but who is to really say that he really needed to use his electricity at all? The thought was honestly frustrating to think about.

Tristen leaned over on the table, propping his head on his arm on the table as he slightly turned and started to look out towards the sea a bit, but then noticed something odd. “…?” Tristen stared in confusion, not really recognizing what that little pink thing was until he looked over and noticed the wild Buizel dart across the beach and effectively ambush the pink thing coming out of the ground. Unlike with Matteo, he had a much harder time keeping up with the Buizel, but he did see a couple of things out of the ordinary. For instance, the Buizel, being the water type, wasn’t using any of its watery prowess. If it had, it’d probably be closer akin to an Aqua Jet like what Wimpod can do. There was a slight pinkish aura as it took its long, hard strides towards its target. It was over in effectively a blink, however. The Buizel started to pull out its prey, a Shellder, before taking it off to partake in a long awaited meal, more than likely.

Tristen almost wanted to say the cosmos were making fun of him at this point having wild Pokémon do it right in front of him. But something occurred to the Manetric hybrid. He ended up sitting up at the table and started to think for a moment. Something that got the gears to turn more now in Tristen’s mind. Perhaps…he actually didn’t need to use his Electricity, or perhaps, not anywhere near as much. Maybe he needed to learn more psychic prowess? Freth mentioned that the mental part of this was trying to maintain awareness of himself and his surroundings. But what if it was more than that? Especially in his case? That he needed to use more Psychic-based prowess than his electricity. Or maybe convert electricity to it? Was that a thing? What if that was how his adoptive parents were actually doing it and wasn’t all too aware of it? It’d almost explain how they’d not only they’re able to keep track of where they were at, but able to move anywhere in a manner of less than split seconds. It wasn’t that they were running or flying so much but actually telekinetically moving themselves in a minor way. Their steps or the flaps of their wings were guiding forces, the psychic prowess handling the mental part of it by allowing them to keep up with what they were doing as well as the physical by removing all manner of friction and work needed by the body. It was said that Agility relaxes and lightens the user’s body…that was perhaps how. But then the question of how was that actually done? What was the thing that his adoptive parents were taking for granted?

Tristen’s deductive mind started to work into overdrive. He started to think that something similar does happen with electric types. His eyes narrowed for a second. He stared at a soda can that he got to have to drink for his lunch, grabbed it and finished downing the drink. He sat the can down for a moment, wondering if he could do something, if albeit in a minor fashion. He held up his hand once again, electricity sparking once more. No, that was wrong. He didn’t need that. Less electricity. Something akin to those Wattrell earlier was emitting before wanting to have Spewpa for lunch. Actually, less than even that. He clinched his fist a few times and tried to concentrate. It would take a few minutes, but eventually those sparks became fewer and fewer, until none at all. He could still feel electricity flowing through him, however. This was good. That was what he needed, he thought. Tristen would then see if he actually did it right. He would move his hand over towards the can slowly, as if to tip the can over with a finger. But as soon as he touched the can, he pulled back. He didn’t do it right, Tristen thought. Tristen continued to adjust the electricity that was flowing to his hand perhaps several times, each time he reached out towards the soda can, he ended up touching the can then pulled back. All the same, it got the attention of Galvantula now with Tristen putting out the electricity as he was. “Just stay back, Galvantula. I’m trying something…” he told his electric spider. It was fortunate for Tristen that unlike this morning, this was no where near as draining, but it was requiring a lot of focus, however. He was looking for that proverbial sweet spot as to how his electricity was getting projected.

For a little while longer, Tristen attempted to perform whatever act he was doing until finally, as he reached over, the can tipped over before he managed to touch it. He then tried to press his hand on the table and even though he was able to press his hand against the table, there was some resistance to it now. “…there we go…” Tristen said. “…now can I do that on a bigger scale?” Galvantula, who was still watching Tristen curiously was now staring in confusion. “…magnetism.” Tristen then told the spider. Originally, Tristen figured as he was discharging his electricity, to put it condensed at a point, but this way, he didn’t have to do that. And it was possibly solving the issue of how much electricity he was actually putting out. Taking out a bunch of the proverbial hoops that were giving him issues would be a good first step if this works out. In fact, that proverbial ‘rocket launch’ that his adoptive parents talked about probably wasn’t actually necessary. He started to think to take a page out of say what the Magnetmite lines tend to do. Use magnetism to carry him about. He’d still probably need some psychic prowess eventually at some stage in trying to get Agility together, but this might work. Tristen was suddenly hopeful…if albeit cautiously optimistic. He needed to see if this theory was sound.

It was time to get back to work…

Now with a renewed hope, Tristen got back on his feet. Though admittedly, while hope was renewed, the aching, settling in joints weren’t. Tristen was still going to need to take breaks still after pushing himself so hard all morning, and probably needlessly so. Instead of going back towards the marsh, he stayed by the beach this time, drawing a couple of lines in the sand for him to cross. Now that he was fairly sure that he didn’t need to discharge so much electricity, he could do it a bit more safely now with others around and it didn’t really cut in to the other Pokémon’s playtime. Over time, Tristen noticed himself getting faster, if albeit at small increments. There was something to this now, he figured. It was just perfecting it. Though it wasn’t anything that he was getting today sadly, but this was honestly progress. More than he’s ever done.

As the hours went on by, Tristen then took notice to the skies. The sun was starting to get ready to set. The colors in the sky started to change. Content with the progress he made today, but perhaps more so the fact that he had done effectively ran all day and pushed himself oh so hard, he decided to call it quits. Though one thing was for certain, he was probably going to feel this in the morning. Tristen would round the Pokémon up; one by one recalling them back to their respective balls then arranged for another Squakabilly taxi to pick Tristen up and take him back to Mezagoza. Once on, Tristen nearly fell asleep on the ride back, once again getting too comfortable in the seat, made worse when the seat this time was cushioned. The only thing stopping Tristen was the loud squawks of the birds above that were carrying him. Probably just as well…Tristen was getting hungry now as well.

Once back in Mezagoza, Tristen trudged across Mezagoza and climbing the long stairway leading up to the academy. It was a strain to go up those steps, considering how hard he pushed himself all day today. In fact, these steps felt like they took an eternity to go up. Once there at the top, making his way down across the courtyard and through the threshold of the academy, Tristen went to the cafeteria once again, got something to eat, and this time it was a better time. No need to separate Spewpa this time. They all gathered at the rec field once again, had a meal together and once that was over, Tristen found his way back to his dorm. A much-needed shower was had and once done the bed was effectively calling for him to submit to the comfort that was its soft linens and pillows. A call he was at this point more than ready to answer.

Tristen was practically out all night. The exhaustion of the day before ensured that Tristen wasn’t leaving this bed. So much in fact that it threatened tardiness for the next day of school despite Tristen being diligent in making sure his alarm was set. His alarm would find an ally in that of local fauna, that is. Tristen sat up, wincing a bit. He reached over and checked his SNAG. He had a bit of trouble seeing at first, his eyes wincing to the bright glow of the SNAG and only having just woke up, but once he saw the time he sighed. Too late to try to get a few minutes more sleep before the alarm he set for himself, even though it was tempting to do so. Tristen turned in bed, rubbing his eyes, then looked at the window, realizing something he took for granted back at the headquarters. Quiet. The boy slid out of bed and figured to go on ahead and get started.

Unfortunately, that wasn’t without trouble. Tristen felt extensively stiff. His legs was aching trying to work some manner of flexibility back into them. He tried stretching his legs a bit. Some by leaning side to side, with one leg out to stretch out his joints. A couple of squats thereafter. His legs were achy. It was going to take a bit of time for it to pass. Maybe he needed to have more time under the shower last night, letting the warm water to do its thing? Who knows? Tristen would trudge around the dorm, trying to get ready for school for the day. Getting cleaned up and dressed back in uniform, for one, not needing to wear the heavy normal wear like he had over most of the weekend. Another breakfast made. Pokémon and school materials collected. Tristen even made sure he took the Tera Orb Nemona gave him the other day, making sure that he had that everywhere, more so out of respect for his opponent. All in all, while Tristen might have not felt like it considering yesterday, he was about as ready to go as one could be. Well, sans getting his Pokémon taken care of. Tristen wouldn’t make any more changes to his Pokémon lineup for the time being, figuring, rather hoping, that he wasn’t going to need to do anything outrageous today involving his Pokémon.

As Tristen went off and found a spot to feed Spewpa and his Pokémon, Tristen was a bit deep in thought. This morning he was in Art Class with Mr. Hassell, which didn’t seem really all too bad to start off with. That said, he started to realize something. This is the first day of actual class after that tournament over the weekend. Penny was going to be there, but so was Nemona. Who knows how she was going to be when he gets there. Or anyone for that matter. He was for the most part avoiding people all weekend after the tournament; some to work with Spewpa, training for agility the rest of it. He didn’t know just how the students or even the teachers were going to react now with Tristen showing just what kind of stuff he had. If that was all there was, it probably wouldn’t have been too bad. But then there was Matteo…

Tristen had two classes with Matteo today, Home Ec with Mr. Sanguaro during the second period, Ms. Dendra and P.E. the final period of the day. When the rumor started, Matteo wasn’t really on talking terms with Tristen. It was difficult to work with him for anything on the days following and on the last day before the tournament, he was effectively a no-show everywhere until the actual tournament. Humiliating the Growlithe hybrid during the battle surely didn’t do any favors either, especially losing to Nemona almost immediately afterwards, let alone getting her favor in receiving the Tera Orb from her. Tristen was resigned that he had to maybe be prepared for the worst now.

Once his Pokémon were done eating, Tristen would recall his Pokémon then start to make his way off around the school. Tristen was a little slow getting about, still aching from his training session from the day before. He was hoping that he could just maybe walk it off but it was coming easier than said. All the same, he made it to art class just in time.