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WELCOME TO GALAR
Six months have passed since the events of Sword and Shield, and Galar has once again opened its gates for all to participate in the new season of the Pokémon League.
With only a select few receiving an endorsement, these Trainers must travel the region and win all 8 Gym Badges in order to participate in the final tournament as the whole of Galar watches.
"May I ask why we are stopping in Hearthome, sir?"
"Well, Alfredo, I have discussed an agreement to purchase a Pokemon from a local breeder, one with a great reputation. Customers have nothing negative to say, and I believe it is a worthy establishment," answered Shawl. The ginger teen wrote a check as they pulled up to the building. He entered the building. It had hardwood floors and light blue painted walls, and he walked up to the receptionist.
"Good morning, how may I- o-oh Good morning Mr. Kennedy. How may I be of assistance to you?"
"Please let Marcel know I am here for what we discussed, and that I have the payment," said Shawl as he flashed a smile toward the receptionist.
"Why yes of course! I will come with what you asked for right away!" answered the receptionist. Shawl could have sworn he saw her pinch herself. He smirked to himself because of this. After a short time passed, the woman returned with his Pokeball. He slid the check across and turned around before she requested something of him.
"U-um, Mr. Shawl? I hate to bother you, but may I please have your autograph please?" she asked meekly.
"Why, of course, I would never deny a fan an autograph," he responded as he signed the paper with a heart at the end. He handed the page to the woman and winked.
"Now, I must leave, have a great day, darling," he said as he turned with a flourish and walked outside. He called out the Glameow he had just received, and set something down for it to eat.
Shawl’s head had a slight throbbing sensation. Sunshine glared through the window, not helping his case. He yawned and had a one sided debate with himself on whether he should go back to sleep. He turned to his side, lightly brushing against someone. He had a sudden rush of panic in his chest before realizing what the reality of the situation was. Memories of driving to Hearthome with some people from the town and having a good time there. It’s a good thing he decided to take it easy last night, since he hadn’t drank since he left Unova, and also that he decided to grab a fake ID before he came to Sinnoh. He draped his arm over the girl and tried to doze off into the blissful world of unconsciousness.
“Come on, honey, up and at em! I know you were up late but farming waits for no one!” came a booming voice from further inside the house. This time, Shawl’s panic did not subside. He attempted to leave the bed quickly and quietly, an oxymoron for him. The girl, whose bed he decided to spend the night in, had woken up and realized the situation.
“You need to get out of here,” she said in a hushed voice. Oh, really? I was planning on staying for breakfast, Shawl thought. He just nodded and pulled on his underwear. As he was about to pull on his pants, she spoke again.
“You’ll call me, right?” Shawl paused as he heard this, trying to think of a response.
“Uh…” he said, stalling for time. “Honestly, I don’t know how much longer I’m going to be in Solaceon.” He technically wasn’t lying. He didn’t know how long he was going to be staying at Sol’s farm, but it was also a cop out.
“Alright, well I understand,” she said as she opened a window and picked up shirt and hat. “Here, get out quick.” Shawl gratefully grabbed his clothes and as he was about to pull up and buckle up his pants, the door opened.
“Come on, honey, you gotta- what the hell?” came the voice. Shit shit shit shit shit shitshitshitShitSHITSHITSHITSHIT. Shawl was literally caught with his pants down. Shawl jumped out of the window, or at least attempted to, his waist was on the window sill.
“Floatzel, Aqua Jet!” commanded the girl’s father as he threw a Pokeball. Shawl fell out of the window just before the Floatzel would’ve hit him. He fell on his back hard. He knew that was going to ache later, there probably was going to be at least a few bruises. He looked out and saw the Floatzel zoom into the bushes. Shawl pulled up his pants as fast as he could and broke out into a sprint. As he was running he heard a door slam open behind him and someone call for a Hydro Pump attack. Shawl ducked and ran to the right and he glanced back. He saw a purplish black ball appear right in front of the Floatzel. He didn’t pay much attention to it, he just kept running, clothes in hand, barefoot and shirtless.
“Floatzel, Hydro Pump!” came the command. Shawl instinctively ducked, but no attack came. Floatzel couldn’t use the attack for some reason, and Shawl thanked his lucky stars as he sprinted all the way back to the Krieg farm, making sure he wasn’t followed. As he stopped in front of the door of the house, panting and gasping for air. As he had his hands on his knees, he saw something form in his shadow. It looked oddly familiar. In fact, it looked exactly like the ball from earlier.
“You helped me right?” he asked the ball of gas. The Gastly laughed and grinned, and Shawl smirked at its reaction.
“You like trouble hm? Same here. You come with me and we can get into a lotta trouble. What do ya think?” he said. Gastly laughed again and made what sounded to Shawl like an affirmative noise.
“Alright, cool,” he said as he took out a Pokeball and tossed it at the Gastly.
“I’ll call ya… Burlone,” he said as he picked up the Pokeball.
