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- Seen May 3, 2025
"Here you are, sir! Your Pokemon have made a full recovery! Again. Do be more careful with them." The Nurse returns Moe's Pokemon, a look of concern on her face. Moe accepts them back, smiling sheepishly. "Well, they're just children, really! They play a little rough now and then, but it's never gotten out of hand, honest!" "Still, your Cyndaquil seems on edge. I think you should take a look at him to be safe." This surprises Moe, so he tosses the ball, calling forth his starter. "What seems to be the problem, Cyndy?"
Cyndaquil stands still, hunched over and quivering. "Cynda... quil! Quil quil QUIL!" He stands up on his hind legs, throwing his arms out to the side and tossing his head back. His back bursts into flame as a yellow light surrounds and suffuses him. Moe watches in fascination as Cyndaquil's body shifts inside the yellow aura, his body becoming long and lean. The Nurse merely puts on a pair of sunglasses as she types on her computer.
"Quil... lava." The glow stops, and Quilava now stands getting a feel for his new body. He stands on his hind legs, resting his front paws on Moe's leg as he smiles, looking up at his Trainer. "That... that's fantastic! You've evolved, Cyndy! Uh, I guess you're Quilava now. I should really give you a more permanent name, shouldn't I? I'll think of one, don't you worry." He scoops up Quilava, turning to the Nurse. "He was evolving, that's all!" The Nurse stops typing, giving Moe a blank look. She doesn't even lower her purple-lensed sunglasses. "You can never be too sure. And technically, it's more like metamorphosis than evolution. But saying they metamorphed doesn't sound as good, I guess." She continues her work, not interested in conversation. "Have a nice day, sir."
"Right. You too." Moe heads outside, carrying Quilava in his arms. "This was easier before. You're bigger after metamorphing. I have to agree, that does sound rather odd. Ah well. I kinda like it. Come on, Quilava. Let's head back to Old Mahogany." Quilava hops down, electing to walk beside Moe. "Hey, I got a better idea." Moe turns to see none other than Joshua Gates approaching him.
"Joshua? Fancy that! What brings you out here, listening to me ramble on?" "Like I have a choice? You ramble on loudly no matter what you do." Joshua stops a few paces away, gesturing to some hot air balloons anchored not far away. "But seriously, why walk back when you can ride in style? New Mahogany's famous for its hot air balloons, and as a momento of our little town, I'm offering you a free ride in one. It'll stop in Old Mahogany and let you off, and I'll fly it back. What do you say, Moe?"
"I say that sounds fun! But I was hoping to spend a little time with Quilava, help him get situated to his new body." Josh shrugs. "Yeah, you can do that. But when else are you gonna get a free hot air balloon ride? This is a once in a lifetime offer, pal! You sure you wanna miss it? Seriously. I'm only offering once." Moe and Quilava look at each other, shrugging simultaneously. "Oh, why not? Sign us up!" Josh smiles at them, a look of victory on his face. "I was hoping you'd say that."
----One breathtaking trip later----
Moe and Quilava step out of the balloon, near the edge of Route 42. "Thanks again, Joshua! That was an exciting new take on the old Route! Maybe we'll see you again some time! Bye!" The two head off, going toward Route 42. Josh waves, then immediately turns to talk to a pair of girls walking by. "Hey ladies. Care for a trip in my balloon? Heading up to New Mahogany if you're interested."
----On the road again----
"Right! That was a fun distraction, but now we get to go back to training on the road. I'm sure you're interested in trying out your new body, and I still can't get over how odd that sounds. How do you feel?" Quilava gives Moe an exasperated look, finding it much easier to emote with visible eyes. "Quil..." "Right! Sorry! Let's go, shall we?"
The two head down the path, Moe taking in the scenery and Quilava getting the hang of his long weasel-like body. Moe stops to look at some trees, noticing how the yellow trees are beginning to overpower the green ones. Quilava chases a butterfly. "You know, when I traveled through Sinnoh, the scenery was really all I had to keep me occupied. Well, the scenery and my companions. But they had other things to do, and my journey was much more relaxed than theirs. I guess, now that I think about it, that they were on journeys of higher importance, and I was their companion. It's interesting. People usually think of themselves as the protagonist of their story, and rarely think of themselves as a character in someone else's story. Makes me wonder what happened to my old friends. Wonder what they're doing without me..." Quilava had been listening, but recognizes the look on Moe's face. He stands on his hind legs, bracing himself against Moe's legs. "Quil?"
Moe snaps out of his daydreaming, grinning at Quilava. "Sorry. Got distracted again, didn't I? It's just... How often do people just stop and look at it, hmm? This world I mean. Most people are always pushing their Pokemon to get to the next level,moving from one place to another, in search of some goal. I just like to stop and see the world, you know? People don't do that enough." Quilava just gives Moe a look, that flat look that says Moe is wasting time. "Right! Let's go look over there, shall we? See what that bridge has to offer."
They come upon the lake, with the metal bridge spanning it. Moe stops at the fishing rod, getting an idea. "Quilava, how about we try fishing? If we fish up a Pokemon, you could battle it! It's a nice place, I could see the scenery, and there's a potential fight in it! I know you love violence!" Quilava closes his eyes, nodding proudly. "Right! Fishing it is! Just scan my hand, apparently, and bingo! Fishing rod! Let's see what we can catch!"
----Ten utterly pointless minutes later----
"Right! So, nothing yet. But don't worry! Fourty-second time's the charm! Just cast the line, and... we wait." Quilava lays flat on his stomach, his limbs tucked underneath him. He glares at Moe, not even bothering to lift his head. "You seem much crankier now. Oh well. Guess I'll just have to get used to that." Something finally happens in the water, a Pokemon appearing. A Deerling steps out of the trees, bending down to get a drink. "Oh, look! A Pokemon! Let's see what the PokePad says... Deerling, eh? Normal/Grass type, rarely seen around here. Interesting! Apparently this one's a girl. A female Deerling's called a 'doe'. Isn't that... Quilava?" Moe glances over at Quilava, or rather, where Quilava was. Moe looks down at the water to see Quilava facing off against Deerling, who does not look amused. "Oh, dear... Ha! Oh deer. Ha ha. No time for jokes." He drops the fishing rod, running to catch up with Quilava. A Red-striped fish bites the end, taking the bait and swimming away.
Deerling cocks an eyebrow as Quilava takes an aggressive stance. She puts her hoof in the water, energy rippling up her leg and across her body. Her formerly tan-and-orange coat is now blue-and-orange, and she smirks at Quilava. Quilava's head and tail flames flare up as a fireball forms in his mouth, which he spits at Deerling. She takes the hit, smirking as it barely leaves a mark. Quilava is confused, then angry. His flames flare brighter, just as Moe appears. "Wait! She's changed type! She's a Water-type now! Your flames won't hurt her!" Deerling is surprised, and scowls at Moe. "Quilava, use Wild Charge! That'll teach her!" Quilava smirks as electricity courses through his body. Deerling panics, stepping back from the water and Camouflaging again. Her blue coat becomes beige again, and she glares daggers at Moe.
Quilava charges foreward, slamming into Deerling. The impact knocks them both back, but Quilava smiles as he sees the blue vanish. "No such luck. That technique has turned her into a plain Normal-type. Now none of your techniques will have an advantage." Quilava looks back in surprise, and Deerling smirks again, pleased with herself. She nods at Moe, her eyes betraying her anger at him. "That said, Tackle's always a sound strategy!" Deerling concurs, and the two Pokemon charge one another. Deerling is faster, but Quilava is stronger. The two collide, with Deerling being pushed back. "Quick Attack, Quilava! Get to her before she gets you!" Quilava rushes forward, too fast to be seen. Deerling rises onto her back hooves, dodging. She spins around, bucking Quilava with both back hooves, knocking him back.
The two seem fairly evenly matched, but Moe is devising a strategy. Their fight has moved away from the stream, and onto the path. With a bridge on either side of them, Deerling now has her back to the dry lake. Quilava's tackles continue to push back the Deerling, but her kicks are brutal and she refuses to give much ground. The fight has gone on for two minutes, and both Pokemon are starting to tire. Deerling goes on the defensive, Growling to weaken Quilava's attacks. "Tackle, Quilava! We've almost got her where he want her!" Deerling kciks out at Quila again, but when she turn to kick, he stops, causing her to miss. He then leaps, striking her in the side and causing her to stagger closer to the edge of the dry lake. "Now, Quilava! Wild Charge!" Deerling kicks sand at Quilava as he charges, but Quilava slams into her, knocking her into the pit. She lands on the slick muddy wall, sliding down into the feeble stream. Quilava lays down on the edge, catching his breath.
Moe moves to the edge, looking down at Deerling as she rises to her hoves, her strength gone. "Well, it seems we've backed you into a corner. That was well fought, worthy adversary. But you've been outmanuvered." He begins pacing back and forth, feeling the doe's eyes following him. "So I'll make you an offer. Your choice, of course. And it is simply this." He pulls a Pokeball out of his jacket pocket, showing it to Deerling. "Join me, and rise from your humble beginning to see this land, an experience you won't soon forget, and attain a level of strength, both physical and spiritual, that you may never ttain otherwise. Join me, and travel as my companion. More imprtantly, join me and get out of this pit. I mean, come on." He stops, smirking at Deerling. "You think you can climb this muddy incline?"
Deerling's eyes narrow, and she takes an aggressive stance. Challenge accepted. She charges forward, running up the slanted wall, straight toward Moe. She slips, but leaps, flying over his head as he ducks. She kicks out with Double Kick, catching Moe in the shoulder and sending him face-first into the dry lakebed. He tosses the Pokeball as he does, the ball striking her flank and converting her into energy as it sucks her inside. Moe hits the wall, sliding down into the tiny stream. Quilava looks down in horror, then turns to glare at the violently shaking ball in anger. Moe rises to his feet, soaked and dirty. "Well, that could have gone better. Cano! Tell me if we got her!" He stops, considering. "Cano. I rather like that. That'll be his name."
Cyndaquil stands still, hunched over and quivering. "Cynda... quil! Quil quil QUIL!" He stands up on his hind legs, throwing his arms out to the side and tossing his head back. His back bursts into flame as a yellow light surrounds and suffuses him. Moe watches in fascination as Cyndaquil's body shifts inside the yellow aura, his body becoming long and lean. The Nurse merely puts on a pair of sunglasses as she types on her computer.
"Quil... lava." The glow stops, and Quilava now stands getting a feel for his new body. He stands on his hind legs, resting his front paws on Moe's leg as he smiles, looking up at his Trainer. "That... that's fantastic! You've evolved, Cyndy! Uh, I guess you're Quilava now. I should really give you a more permanent name, shouldn't I? I'll think of one, don't you worry." He scoops up Quilava, turning to the Nurse. "He was evolving, that's all!" The Nurse stops typing, giving Moe a blank look. She doesn't even lower her purple-lensed sunglasses. "You can never be too sure. And technically, it's more like metamorphosis than evolution. But saying they metamorphed doesn't sound as good, I guess." She continues her work, not interested in conversation. "Have a nice day, sir."
"Right. You too." Moe heads outside, carrying Quilava in his arms. "This was easier before. You're bigger after metamorphing. I have to agree, that does sound rather odd. Ah well. I kinda like it. Come on, Quilava. Let's head back to Old Mahogany." Quilava hops down, electing to walk beside Moe. "Hey, I got a better idea." Moe turns to see none other than Joshua Gates approaching him.
"Joshua? Fancy that! What brings you out here, listening to me ramble on?" "Like I have a choice? You ramble on loudly no matter what you do." Joshua stops a few paces away, gesturing to some hot air balloons anchored not far away. "But seriously, why walk back when you can ride in style? New Mahogany's famous for its hot air balloons, and as a momento of our little town, I'm offering you a free ride in one. It'll stop in Old Mahogany and let you off, and I'll fly it back. What do you say, Moe?"
"I say that sounds fun! But I was hoping to spend a little time with Quilava, help him get situated to his new body." Josh shrugs. "Yeah, you can do that. But when else are you gonna get a free hot air balloon ride? This is a once in a lifetime offer, pal! You sure you wanna miss it? Seriously. I'm only offering once." Moe and Quilava look at each other, shrugging simultaneously. "Oh, why not? Sign us up!" Josh smiles at them, a look of victory on his face. "I was hoping you'd say that."
----One breathtaking trip later----
Moe and Quilava step out of the balloon, near the edge of Route 42. "Thanks again, Joshua! That was an exciting new take on the old Route! Maybe we'll see you again some time! Bye!" The two head off, going toward Route 42. Josh waves, then immediately turns to talk to a pair of girls walking by. "Hey ladies. Care for a trip in my balloon? Heading up to New Mahogany if you're interested."
----On the road again----
"Right! That was a fun distraction, but now we get to go back to training on the road. I'm sure you're interested in trying out your new body, and I still can't get over how odd that sounds. How do you feel?" Quilava gives Moe an exasperated look, finding it much easier to emote with visible eyes. "Quil..." "Right! Sorry! Let's go, shall we?"
The two head down the path, Moe taking in the scenery and Quilava getting the hang of his long weasel-like body. Moe stops to look at some trees, noticing how the yellow trees are beginning to overpower the green ones. Quilava chases a butterfly. "You know, when I traveled through Sinnoh, the scenery was really all I had to keep me occupied. Well, the scenery and my companions. But they had other things to do, and my journey was much more relaxed than theirs. I guess, now that I think about it, that they were on journeys of higher importance, and I was their companion. It's interesting. People usually think of themselves as the protagonist of their story, and rarely think of themselves as a character in someone else's story. Makes me wonder what happened to my old friends. Wonder what they're doing without me..." Quilava had been listening, but recognizes the look on Moe's face. He stands on his hind legs, bracing himself against Moe's legs. "Quil?"
Moe snaps out of his daydreaming, grinning at Quilava. "Sorry. Got distracted again, didn't I? It's just... How often do people just stop and look at it, hmm? This world I mean. Most people are always pushing their Pokemon to get to the next level,moving from one place to another, in search of some goal. I just like to stop and see the world, you know? People don't do that enough." Quilava just gives Moe a look, that flat look that says Moe is wasting time. "Right! Let's go look over there, shall we? See what that bridge has to offer."
They come upon the lake, with the metal bridge spanning it. Moe stops at the fishing rod, getting an idea. "Quilava, how about we try fishing? If we fish up a Pokemon, you could battle it! It's a nice place, I could see the scenery, and there's a potential fight in it! I know you love violence!" Quilava closes his eyes, nodding proudly. "Right! Fishing it is! Just scan my hand, apparently, and bingo! Fishing rod! Let's see what we can catch!"
----Ten utterly pointless minutes later----
"Right! So, nothing yet. But don't worry! Fourty-second time's the charm! Just cast the line, and... we wait." Quilava lays flat on his stomach, his limbs tucked underneath him. He glares at Moe, not even bothering to lift his head. "You seem much crankier now. Oh well. Guess I'll just have to get used to that." Something finally happens in the water, a Pokemon appearing. A Deerling steps out of the trees, bending down to get a drink. "Oh, look! A Pokemon! Let's see what the PokePad says... Deerling, eh? Normal/Grass type, rarely seen around here. Interesting! Apparently this one's a girl. A female Deerling's called a 'doe'. Isn't that... Quilava?" Moe glances over at Quilava, or rather, where Quilava was. Moe looks down at the water to see Quilava facing off against Deerling, who does not look amused. "Oh, dear... Ha! Oh deer. Ha ha. No time for jokes." He drops the fishing rod, running to catch up with Quilava. A Red-striped fish bites the end, taking the bait and swimming away.
Deerling cocks an eyebrow as Quilava takes an aggressive stance. She puts her hoof in the water, energy rippling up her leg and across her body. Her formerly tan-and-orange coat is now blue-and-orange, and she smirks at Quilava. Quilava's head and tail flames flare up as a fireball forms in his mouth, which he spits at Deerling. She takes the hit, smirking as it barely leaves a mark. Quilava is confused, then angry. His flames flare brighter, just as Moe appears. "Wait! She's changed type! She's a Water-type now! Your flames won't hurt her!" Deerling is surprised, and scowls at Moe. "Quilava, use Wild Charge! That'll teach her!" Quilava smirks as electricity courses through his body. Deerling panics, stepping back from the water and Camouflaging again. Her blue coat becomes beige again, and she glares daggers at Moe.
Quilava charges foreward, slamming into Deerling. The impact knocks them both back, but Quilava smiles as he sees the blue vanish. "No such luck. That technique has turned her into a plain Normal-type. Now none of your techniques will have an advantage." Quilava looks back in surprise, and Deerling smirks again, pleased with herself. She nods at Moe, her eyes betraying her anger at him. "That said, Tackle's always a sound strategy!" Deerling concurs, and the two Pokemon charge one another. Deerling is faster, but Quilava is stronger. The two collide, with Deerling being pushed back. "Quick Attack, Quilava! Get to her before she gets you!" Quilava rushes forward, too fast to be seen. Deerling rises onto her back hooves, dodging. She spins around, bucking Quilava with both back hooves, knocking him back.
The two seem fairly evenly matched, but Moe is devising a strategy. Their fight has moved away from the stream, and onto the path. With a bridge on either side of them, Deerling now has her back to the dry lake. Quilava's tackles continue to push back the Deerling, but her kicks are brutal and she refuses to give much ground. The fight has gone on for two minutes, and both Pokemon are starting to tire. Deerling goes on the defensive, Growling to weaken Quilava's attacks. "Tackle, Quilava! We've almost got her where he want her!" Deerling kciks out at Quila again, but when she turn to kick, he stops, causing her to miss. He then leaps, striking her in the side and causing her to stagger closer to the edge of the dry lake. "Now, Quilava! Wild Charge!" Deerling kicks sand at Quilava as he charges, but Quilava slams into her, knocking her into the pit. She lands on the slick muddy wall, sliding down into the feeble stream. Quilava lays down on the edge, catching his breath.
Moe moves to the edge, looking down at Deerling as she rises to her hoves, her strength gone. "Well, it seems we've backed you into a corner. That was well fought, worthy adversary. But you've been outmanuvered." He begins pacing back and forth, feeling the doe's eyes following him. "So I'll make you an offer. Your choice, of course. And it is simply this." He pulls a Pokeball out of his jacket pocket, showing it to Deerling. "Join me, and rise from your humble beginning to see this land, an experience you won't soon forget, and attain a level of strength, both physical and spiritual, that you may never ttain otherwise. Join me, and travel as my companion. More imprtantly, join me and get out of this pit. I mean, come on." He stops, smirking at Deerling. "You think you can climb this muddy incline?"
Deerling's eyes narrow, and she takes an aggressive stance. Challenge accepted. She charges forward, running up the slanted wall, straight toward Moe. She slips, but leaps, flying over his head as he ducks. She kicks out with Double Kick, catching Moe in the shoulder and sending him face-first into the dry lakebed. He tosses the Pokeball as he does, the ball striking her flank and converting her into energy as it sucks her inside. Moe hits the wall, sliding down into the tiny stream. Quilava looks down in horror, then turns to glare at the violently shaking ball in anger. Moe rises to his feet, soaked and dirty. "Well, that could have gone better. Cano! Tell me if we got her!" He stops, considering. "Cano. I rather like that. That'll be his name."
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