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part of the conquest
Title: part of the conquest
Fandom: Wadanohara and the Great Blue Sea (Pokemon AU)
Character(s): Cherryblod, Sal
Pairing(s): None
Genre: Drama
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG
Warnings: Spoilers
Summary: Cherryblod and Sal prepare to do battle.
Notes: I'd like to dedicate this work to my friend Seto who has put up with me sending fifty probably-already-seen pictures of Colress going "look! look!"
There’s a door Sal has to get through now, a door he knows stands between him and Wadanohara, his ultimate goal. Not the goal of his team, though he does have some sympathy for remaking the world, but his personal goal.
On this side of the door is Cherryblod.
Sal and Cherryblod lock eyes, and both reach for their Pokeballs simultaneously.
“How long have you known?” Sal asks, twirling his Pokeball around in one hand. “That I was a commander of Team Galactic?”
“Knew for quite a while that you were a member,” Cherryblod replies, calm as ever. “That you were a commander, I only found out just now. The commanders’ uniform suits you much better than the grunts’, have to say.”
Sal smirks. “Thank you, Cherryblod. Or should I call you… ex-Rocket Executive Cherryblood?”
“Just ‘Cherryblod’ is fine,” Cherryblod replies, after a moment. “Now it’s my turn to ask how long you’ve known.”
“Oh, practically the whole time,” Sal says with a shrug. “It’s not important.”
“No,” Cherryblod says, “it’s not.” He smiles thinly. “Been looking forward to this: a battle between Water-type trainers, based on skill and strength instead of type match-ups. Should be fun.”
“For once, I couldn’t agree with you more, old man,” Sal says, and releases the Pokemon from his Pokeball.
A Sharpedo appears next to him, already growling.
“Not a bad choice,” Cherryblod says. “Looks like a strong one, too. But I wonder: if you know that I’m a former Rocket, do you know that Crawdaunt isn’t my starter?”
“Of course,” Sal says. “Rockets only have bases in Kanto and Johto, and Corphish don’t natively appear in either of those regions. Your starter must be something else I just have never seen, for some reason.”
Cherryblod clicks the button on his Pokeball. A massive Tentacruel appears beside him, taller even than his trainer.
“The reason I don’t use my Tentacruel for battles nowadays,” Cherryblod says, his smile growing wider, “is because after you raise a Pokemon to a certain point, they can’t get any stronger.”
Sal glances to his Sharpedo. He’s a powerful Pokemon: he just learned Night Slash, the last move he’s capable of learning. He could easily go fin-to-toe with the strongest of the Elite Four’s Pokemon. Few Pokemon here can even hope to stand against him.
But the time in which he physically cannot grow any stronger is a long, long way off, and Sal knows it. It could be a bluff, but liars can smell liars, and Cherryblod doesn’t seem like he’s lying now.
“Been a trainer for longer than you’ve been alive, boy,” Cherryblod says, the smirk on his face only growing wider as he speaks. “If you think I’ll be an easy victory just because we focus on the same type and you’ve trained your Pokemon some, you’re mistaken.”
“We’ll see,” Sal replies, curling his lip. “I can’t lose here, not when I’m so close, so I’m afraid you’re just going to have to lose instead.”
“Bring it.”
Fandom: Wadanohara and the Great Blue Sea (Pokemon AU)
Character(s): Cherryblod, Sal
Pairing(s): None
Genre: Drama
Word Count: 500
Rating: PG
Warnings: Spoilers
Summary: Cherryblod and Sal prepare to do battle.
Notes: I'd like to dedicate this work to my friend Seto who has put up with me sending fifty probably-already-seen pictures of Colress going "look! look!"
There’s a door Sal has to get through now, a door he knows stands between him and Wadanohara, his ultimate goal. Not the goal of his team, though he does have some sympathy for remaking the world, but his personal goal.
On this side of the door is Cherryblod.
Sal and Cherryblod lock eyes, and both reach for their Pokeballs simultaneously.
“How long have you known?” Sal asks, twirling his Pokeball around in one hand. “That I was a commander of Team Galactic?”
“Knew for quite a while that you were a member,” Cherryblod replies, calm as ever. “That you were a commander, I only found out just now. The commanders’ uniform suits you much better than the grunts’, have to say.”
Sal smirks. “Thank you, Cherryblod. Or should I call you… ex-Rocket Executive Cherryblood?”
“Just ‘Cherryblod’ is fine,” Cherryblod replies, after a moment. “Now it’s my turn to ask how long you’ve known.”
“Oh, practically the whole time,” Sal says with a shrug. “It’s not important.”
“No,” Cherryblod says, “it’s not.” He smiles thinly. “Been looking forward to this: a battle between Water-type trainers, based on skill and strength instead of type match-ups. Should be fun.”
“For once, I couldn’t agree with you more, old man,” Sal says, and releases the Pokemon from his Pokeball.
A Sharpedo appears next to him, already growling.
“Not a bad choice,” Cherryblod says. “Looks like a strong one, too. But I wonder: if you know that I’m a former Rocket, do you know that Crawdaunt isn’t my starter?”
“Of course,” Sal says. “Rockets only have bases in Kanto and Johto, and Corphish don’t natively appear in either of those regions. Your starter must be something else I just have never seen, for some reason.”
Cherryblod clicks the button on his Pokeball. A massive Tentacruel appears beside him, taller even than his trainer.
“The reason I don’t use my Tentacruel for battles nowadays,” Cherryblod says, his smile growing wider, “is because after you raise a Pokemon to a certain point, they can’t get any stronger.”
Sal glances to his Sharpedo. He’s a powerful Pokemon: he just learned Night Slash, the last move he’s capable of learning. He could easily go fin-to-toe with the strongest of the Elite Four’s Pokemon. Few Pokemon here can even hope to stand against him.
But the time in which he physically cannot grow any stronger is a long, long way off, and Sal knows it. It could be a bluff, but liars can smell liars, and Cherryblod doesn’t seem like he’s lying now.
“Been a trainer for longer than you’ve been alive, boy,” Cherryblod says, the smirk on his face only growing wider as he speaks. “If you think I’ll be an easy victory just because we focus on the same type and you’ve trained your Pokemon some, you’re mistaken.”
“We’ll see,” Sal replies, curling his lip. “I can’t lose here, not when I’m so close, so I’m afraid you’re just going to have to lose instead.”
“Bring it.”