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swiftasacoursingkawa) wrote2021-11-01 06:09 am
swiftasacoursingkawa) wrote2021-11-01 06:09 am
[azume] post-game unovadventures
(a/n) i just wanted to get some headcanons out of my brain before i lost them...anyways here's a segment from the time when sena accidentally prevented the bad end unova plot, because the idea of azume-verse pokeworld nearly bad-ending itself frequently starting with sinnoh is a very funny concept, sorry.
anyways proofreading is for people with sleep schedules and aren't using fic snippets as breaks from writing essays tbh
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It had been a warm, sunny day when Hilbert and his friends were slated to start their journey. Which was to be expected, according to Cheren, who had spent multiple days perusing various weather reports and collating their differing results into one single baseline. It was a surprise to Bianca, though, who had spent the same amount of time (if not longer) fretting about the weather turning awful at the last possible second, causing her overprotective dad to forcibly revoke his reluctantly-given permission for her journey. The bright blue skies and shining sun almost seemed to disappoint her for not showing up and ruining all of her hard-earned speculation.
Hilbert had figured that it was the tail-end of summer, when sunny days were at their peak, and the recent weather hadn’t been nearly humid enough for storms. It seemed like a matter of fact that nothing would be wrong with the weather today, and so a bright sunny day like all the others before was to be expected.
What wasn’t expected was Cheren and Bianca coming to his house holding a box a good hour or so before they were scheduled to meet the professor. Cheren was one to be precisely on time, and Bianca tended to run late. Seeing them both on his doorstep while he’d just barely managed to pull on a shirt to greet them was...odd.
“Something came up with the Professor,” Cheren muttered, looking somewhat annoyed. “She had a lab assistant send the starters to my house - apparently she thought I’d be the one responsible enough to make sure we got to pick them out.” The admission seemed to make his disgruntled expression clear up a little, but Bianca’s face only crumpled more.
“Oh, I can’t believe something’s gone wrong already...but I won’t let this stop me!” She pumped her fists, any possible anxiety on her face suddenly wiped clean. “C’mon, let’s go up to your room, Hilbert! We can pick our starters there, it’ll just be like in the lab!”
Hilbert would have pointed out that his slightly messy bedroom looked absolutely nothing like Professor Juniper’s lab, but frankly, that wasn;t enough of a damper to really hedge any of his excitement. His first Pokémon, received together with his friends!
He couldn’t have asked for anything more.
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In hindsight, he could have asked to go out into the backyard to pick their starters, instead. When the initial excitement of battling for the first time passed over, Hilbert felt terrible for leaving such a terrible mess for his mother to clean.
His mother cheerfully pointed out that this would be the last of his messes she’d have to clean for a while, though, so that was some comfort.
Anyways. The professor had apparently finished up with whatever urgent business had prevented her from giving their starters in person, so she’d asked them to meet her at Route 1. She was at least able to give the usual rundown on how to travel and battle wild Pokémon safely, or so she’d said, so the three friends found themselves standing on the edge of Route 1, all holding hands, their new Pokémon partners all waiting behind them. One step later, all taken in unison, they began laughing, the exhilaration of finally starting their journey together hitting them all at once.
They were still giggling when they found Professor Juniper a few minutes later, talking with an unfamiliar young man. She turned to them as they approached, sporting a pleased smile while the young man beside her looked a little sheepish.
“Received your starters with no trouble, then? Good to see that things are going smoothly.” A sharp nod from her acted as a signal for the rest of them to follow, and the young man beside her turned to face them as they continued down Route 1, walking backwards as he spoke.
“That’s a relief,” he opined, bringing one hand to the back of his head to scratch awkwardly. Hilbert noted a strong accent in his words, marking the stranger as foreign. It sounded like he was from one of the eastern regions - perhaps Kanto, or Hoenn? “It’d be a shame if such an important event for you guys was interrupted or something.”
“Who even are you?” demand Cheren. “You don’t look like any of the lab assistants we know about. Or anyone from a lab at all, for that matter!” His Snivy bristled behind him, indicating their agreement - they’d never seen such an odd man in the lab before!
“Cheren, don’t be rude!” Bianca grabbed the other boy’s shoulder, grimacing as her Tepig ran around her legs excitedly. “He’s being so polite, too!”
Hilbert agreed that this stranger didn’t look anything like a lab assistant. No lab coat, for one, instead he was wearing some sort of athletic bodysuit, and wore shorts and a tee-shirt over it. Along with his visor and sneakers, he looked more like some kind of triathlete, or perhaps a swimmer of some sort. For another thing...well, Hilbert would reluctantly acknowledge that he wasn’t a particularly tall person. His sister who had left on her own journey the previous year, Hilda, towered over him despite only being a year and a half older, and he was even shorter than Bianca herself, albeit only by an inch or so. But Hilbert still had room to grow, and he guessed that even he could grow to be taller than this stranger, who didn’t look to be any taller than five and a half feet. If it wasn’t for the contours of his face clearly indicating a lack of baby fat, Hilbert would have assumed he was around their age, and in fact the young man still had a distinctly boyish look to him. He couldn’t be that much older than them, right?
“Well, ah, I’m the reason Professor Juniper couldn’t hand off the starters to you personally.” He chuckled weakly, still scratching the back of his head. “Apparently I came at a bad time, but Juniper and I thought we could get things done quickly…”
“Paperwork has a habit of getting away from you,” the Professor laughed, much less awkward about the whole thing. “It’s not my favorite thing, either, so of course I’d end up underestimating it.” She waved a hand dismissively, a gesture that made her companion wince. Even at their young age, the trio could imagine the grueling struggles of the two, swamped in a never ending sea of papers.
“What sort of paperwork?” Cheren asked, raising an eyebrow. He’d clearly forgotten that he was probably not privy to whatever information that a Pokémon Professor would have to sign off on, his curiosity already piqued. Luckily, Juniper didn’t seem inclined to be secretive, instead gesturing to the young man.
“Well, Sena here is actually immigrating to Unova, and he happens to be a Trainer himself. He needed to re-register himself so as to update his Trainer ID to our database, is all. That’s something that could normally be done by other officials, of course, but as a Pokémon Professor, I have all the facilities needed to register new trainers and update the system directly, so it’s faster if he does so with me. An acquaintance of mine apparently recommended me to him, so I couldn’t say no even if I wanted to.”
“Ahaha…” Sena twisted himself out of the way of a tree branch fallen onto the road, stepping over it with light footwork. The action revealed six Pokeballs strapped to his belt, a full team. “Honestly, I’m not even much of a trainer these days, so it felt like a little much. I actually came to enroll as a student in Nimbah-Yew, and try out for the team there.”
It took Hilbert a few seconds to guess what Sena was talking about, through that accent. But he eventually pegged it as Nimba-U, or Nimbasa University. One of the more popular colleges out there, and their teams were well known for having exhibition battles and performances in the flashy Big and Little Stadiums. Their popularity wasn’t unjustified, either, most of their teams had extremely skilled players, and many of those players were often scouted to the big leagues almost immediately after graduation. It wasn’t a stretch to say that this Sena person was aiming absurdly high for someone who had just immigrated to the region. The standards there were sure to be strict - if he failed, he would have gone through all this trouble for nothing, Hilbert mused as he absentmindedly picked up his Oshawott, one hand scratching its fuzzy head.
“So you’re an athlete?” Cheren demanded, voicing out what Hilbert had already deduced. “Why bother coming all the way here just for that? Sure, Nimbasa is one of the best around, but still…”
“I just want to challenge myself,” the young man simply replied, shrugging his shoulders with an easy casualness that wasn’t there before. “Isn’t that what makes playing worth it? Seeing how far you can go? There’s not much point in playing somewhere I can already succeed without trying.”
“But what if you don’t pass the tryouts?” Bianca asked nervously, her voice quavering. “Wouldn’t that make everything you did pointless?”
“I don’t think so?” Why did that answer sound like a question? “I mean, whether I win or lose, all the effort I did still had an effect on me, right? I still pushed myself to my limits, and I would have found something new about myself, grown up a little more. At least,” and here, he slouched, that determined stance gone as quickly as it came. “I’d hope I did, anyway. It doesn’t make losing hurt any less, but I’ve found what I love doing. So I won’t give it up, even when I fail.” He sheepishly waved a hand. “Probably, anyway…”
The three brand-new trainers seemed suitably impressed by what Sena had said, even with that weak ending.
“I wonder if I could ever be that confident in myself…” Bianca wondered out loud, surprising herself when she spoke louder than expected. Hilbert put a comforting hand on her shoulder, giving her a reassuring smile when she glanced over at him. She’d already taken her first step, hadn’t she? Cheren huffed, hands in both his pockets.
“You’ll be fine,” he sniffed, not looking directly at either of them. “You’ve gotten your first Pokémon, and the Professor’s about to show us how to catch more. Even if you don’t end up getting that many, you’re at least doing something, right?” Bianca nodded slowly, unsure whether she should interpret Cheren’s words as comforting or not.
“Isn’t that what Pokémon journeys are supposed to be about, anyway?” Sena wondered aloud, obliviously interrupting the moment the three of them had been sharing. “Finding yourself, and what you want to do? Even if everyone starts out as a Trainer, not everyone ends up as one, right? I mean, my own journey was a bit weird, but…” Sena averted his eyes, and Hilbert wondered about the incongruity behind his words. He’d clearly been on a long enough journey to bond with at least six Pokémon, ones that he still kept with him now, so why was he acting like a Pokémon Journey was such an unfamiliar concept to him? Hilbert watched as the older boy scratched his chin, glancing about before he finally decided to look back at them, his eyes oddly thoughtful.
“I wouldn’t change it for the world. Most of it, anyway,” he amended.
Hilbert was curious, wanted to ask more about this person’s strange journey, wondering what hidden truths this person had. But all too quickly, the solemn light in the older boy’s eyes had vanished, replaced with his usual bright expression.
“Anyways,” he grinned, as if he hadn’t been acting world-weary and wise a few moments ago, “I’ve really kept you, huh? First with the paperwork, and now interrupting your time with the Professor...I’m really sorry about that! If there’s anything I could -” and before Hilbert could interrupt, tell him that the chance to meet an older, experienced Trainer so early into their journey was already worth the trouble, he had let out a triumphant cry and started rummaging in his bag.
“I’ve got it! Back home, there’s this specialty, you see...Floaroma Town is famous for its honey! It’s really popular with both people and Pokémon, so…” Sena continued to ramble absentmindedly as he rummaged through his bag as Hilbert glanced at his companions. Bianca didn’t seem to recognize the town’s name, and neither did Hilbert, but one of Cheren’s eyebrows had gone up slightly. He’d make a note to ask his friend what he’d realized later.
“...and y’know, sometimes people actually spread it on trees! Apparently if you do that, sometimes wild Pokémon come to eat it, and you can try catching them! Mostly bug-types, from what I heard, but apparently you can catch some really rare Pokémon, too? My friend, she managed to catch a Munchlax, although I guess she caught it with a different type of food, but that’s one of the Pokémon that can show up if you spread this around? Although, I don’t know what kind of Pokémon might be attracted to this in Unova, ha ha…” With that awkward laugh and the sound of clinking glass, Sena had managed to produce three small jars of glistening golden honey. “Even if you can’t lure wild Pokémon with it here, I think it’d be a nice treat for your Pokémon and you to share! You can decide what to do with it, if you want...oh, don’t worry!” he laughed out, noticing Bianca beginning to wave her arms in protest, apparently thinking the gift was too much. “The person I stay with there, she’s really motherly...she kinda packed more than I can use! She’d be happy to know that there’s someone enjoying it, rather than it being wasted.”
With that, he clumsily shoved a jar into each of their hands before skipping backwards. He was so unexpectedly nimble that by the time Hilbert had managed to juggle holding both the honey and his Oshawott, he’d looked up to see that Sena had backed up several steps away. Almost like he’d teleported, in the blink of an eye. Was he actually that fast?
“Good luck on your journey!” Sena cheered, waving exaggeratedly with one arm, the other still tugging the zipper on his bag shut. “And hey, if you stop by Nimbasa, cheer me on in a game, huh?”
“That’s assuming if he even gets in,” Cheren muttered softly under his breath, but Sena was already clearly out of earshot, and almost out of sight. It didn’t seem to matter whether Sena had heard the comment or not - Cheren apparently didn’t mean much by it, already distracted by the jar of honey he’d been given. Both him and Bianca were holding up their jars curiously, examining the golden liquid inside and wondering just what they should do with the gift they’d unexpectedly received.
Hilbert had no such compunctions: the way Oshawott had been eyeing his own jar with sparkling eyes had already answered the question for him.
(A/N): writing Sena from another person's pov is very funny. especially nineteen year old azume Sena who's just about to start his fledgling football career in a second world. sena stumbling in and out of this totally random trainer's life like "oh i almost ruined someone's first journey by immigrating in at the same time they're leaving, this totally doesn't mean anything" like, oops,
protag hilbert! i had already partially decided that because switching between male and female protags that nearly get bad-ended sounded funny to me, but then pokemon masters made that cute n event that more or less confirmed hero of truth hilbert as a thing, so. anyways hilbert's a quiet, observant kind of kid who tends to get to the heart of things really quickly, even if he doesn't always voice it. so naturally he'd notice that things that sena says doesn't always line up with his behavior. of course he'd find him curious.
[hilbert] dude why you act so weird when talking about your journey anyway?
[sena] it's the trauma : )
the aquaintance that introduced sena to professor juniper to help him skip immigration customs was cynthia, btw. she got the identity shit covered for all her azume peeps. ayyyy
will i write more? well. i want to? we haven't even gotten to sena going [KILL BILL SIRENS] when observing n being weird at a young child yet
anyways proofreading is for people with sleep schedules and aren't using fic snippets as breaks from writing essays tbh
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It had been a warm, sunny day when Hilbert and his friends were slated to start their journey. Which was to be expected, according to Cheren, who had spent multiple days perusing various weather reports and collating their differing results into one single baseline. It was a surprise to Bianca, though, who had spent the same amount of time (if not longer) fretting about the weather turning awful at the last possible second, causing her overprotective dad to forcibly revoke his reluctantly-given permission for her journey. The bright blue skies and shining sun almost seemed to disappoint her for not showing up and ruining all of her hard-earned speculation.
Hilbert had figured that it was the tail-end of summer, when sunny days were at their peak, and the recent weather hadn’t been nearly humid enough for storms. It seemed like a matter of fact that nothing would be wrong with the weather today, and so a bright sunny day like all the others before was to be expected.
What wasn’t expected was Cheren and Bianca coming to his house holding a box a good hour or so before they were scheduled to meet the professor. Cheren was one to be precisely on time, and Bianca tended to run late. Seeing them both on his doorstep while he’d just barely managed to pull on a shirt to greet them was...odd.
“Something came up with the Professor,” Cheren muttered, looking somewhat annoyed. “She had a lab assistant send the starters to my house - apparently she thought I’d be the one responsible enough to make sure we got to pick them out.” The admission seemed to make his disgruntled expression clear up a little, but Bianca’s face only crumpled more.
“Oh, I can’t believe something’s gone wrong already...but I won’t let this stop me!” She pumped her fists, any possible anxiety on her face suddenly wiped clean. “C’mon, let’s go up to your room, Hilbert! We can pick our starters there, it’ll just be like in the lab!”
Hilbert would have pointed out that his slightly messy bedroom looked absolutely nothing like Professor Juniper’s lab, but frankly, that wasn;t enough of a damper to really hedge any of his excitement. His first Pokémon, received together with his friends!
He couldn’t have asked for anything more.
---
In hindsight, he could have asked to go out into the backyard to pick their starters, instead. When the initial excitement of battling for the first time passed over, Hilbert felt terrible for leaving such a terrible mess for his mother to clean.
His mother cheerfully pointed out that this would be the last of his messes she’d have to clean for a while, though, so that was some comfort.
Anyways. The professor had apparently finished up with whatever urgent business had prevented her from giving their starters in person, so she’d asked them to meet her at Route 1. She was at least able to give the usual rundown on how to travel and battle wild Pokémon safely, or so she’d said, so the three friends found themselves standing on the edge of Route 1, all holding hands, their new Pokémon partners all waiting behind them. One step later, all taken in unison, they began laughing, the exhilaration of finally starting their journey together hitting them all at once.
They were still giggling when they found Professor Juniper a few minutes later, talking with an unfamiliar young man. She turned to them as they approached, sporting a pleased smile while the young man beside her looked a little sheepish.
“Received your starters with no trouble, then? Good to see that things are going smoothly.” A sharp nod from her acted as a signal for the rest of them to follow, and the young man beside her turned to face them as they continued down Route 1, walking backwards as he spoke.
“That’s a relief,” he opined, bringing one hand to the back of his head to scratch awkwardly. Hilbert noted a strong accent in his words, marking the stranger as foreign. It sounded like he was from one of the eastern regions - perhaps Kanto, or Hoenn? “It’d be a shame if such an important event for you guys was interrupted or something.”
“Who even are you?” demand Cheren. “You don’t look like any of the lab assistants we know about. Or anyone from a lab at all, for that matter!” His Snivy bristled behind him, indicating their agreement - they’d never seen such an odd man in the lab before!
“Cheren, don’t be rude!” Bianca grabbed the other boy’s shoulder, grimacing as her Tepig ran around her legs excitedly. “He’s being so polite, too!”
Hilbert agreed that this stranger didn’t look anything like a lab assistant. No lab coat, for one, instead he was wearing some sort of athletic bodysuit, and wore shorts and a tee-shirt over it. Along with his visor and sneakers, he looked more like some kind of triathlete, or perhaps a swimmer of some sort. For another thing...well, Hilbert would reluctantly acknowledge that he wasn’t a particularly tall person. His sister who had left on her own journey the previous year, Hilda, towered over him despite only being a year and a half older, and he was even shorter than Bianca herself, albeit only by an inch or so. But Hilbert still had room to grow, and he guessed that even he could grow to be taller than this stranger, who didn’t look to be any taller than five and a half feet. If it wasn’t for the contours of his face clearly indicating a lack of baby fat, Hilbert would have assumed he was around their age, and in fact the young man still had a distinctly boyish look to him. He couldn’t be that much older than them, right?
“Well, ah, I’m the reason Professor Juniper couldn’t hand off the starters to you personally.” He chuckled weakly, still scratching the back of his head. “Apparently I came at a bad time, but Juniper and I thought we could get things done quickly…”
“Paperwork has a habit of getting away from you,” the Professor laughed, much less awkward about the whole thing. “It’s not my favorite thing, either, so of course I’d end up underestimating it.” She waved a hand dismissively, a gesture that made her companion wince. Even at their young age, the trio could imagine the grueling struggles of the two, swamped in a never ending sea of papers.
“What sort of paperwork?” Cheren asked, raising an eyebrow. He’d clearly forgotten that he was probably not privy to whatever information that a Pokémon Professor would have to sign off on, his curiosity already piqued. Luckily, Juniper didn’t seem inclined to be secretive, instead gesturing to the young man.
“Well, Sena here is actually immigrating to Unova, and he happens to be a Trainer himself. He needed to re-register himself so as to update his Trainer ID to our database, is all. That’s something that could normally be done by other officials, of course, but as a Pokémon Professor, I have all the facilities needed to register new trainers and update the system directly, so it’s faster if he does so with me. An acquaintance of mine apparently recommended me to him, so I couldn’t say no even if I wanted to.”
“Ahaha…” Sena twisted himself out of the way of a tree branch fallen onto the road, stepping over it with light footwork. The action revealed six Pokeballs strapped to his belt, a full team. “Honestly, I’m not even much of a trainer these days, so it felt like a little much. I actually came to enroll as a student in Nimbah-Yew, and try out for the team there.”
It took Hilbert a few seconds to guess what Sena was talking about, through that accent. But he eventually pegged it as Nimba-U, or Nimbasa University. One of the more popular colleges out there, and their teams were well known for having exhibition battles and performances in the flashy Big and Little Stadiums. Their popularity wasn’t unjustified, either, most of their teams had extremely skilled players, and many of those players were often scouted to the big leagues almost immediately after graduation. It wasn’t a stretch to say that this Sena person was aiming absurdly high for someone who had just immigrated to the region. The standards there were sure to be strict - if he failed, he would have gone through all this trouble for nothing, Hilbert mused as he absentmindedly picked up his Oshawott, one hand scratching its fuzzy head.
“So you’re an athlete?” Cheren demanded, voicing out what Hilbert had already deduced. “Why bother coming all the way here just for that? Sure, Nimbasa is one of the best around, but still…”
“I just want to challenge myself,” the young man simply replied, shrugging his shoulders with an easy casualness that wasn’t there before. “Isn’t that what makes playing worth it? Seeing how far you can go? There’s not much point in playing somewhere I can already succeed without trying.”
“But what if you don’t pass the tryouts?” Bianca asked nervously, her voice quavering. “Wouldn’t that make everything you did pointless?”
“I don’t think so?” Why did that answer sound like a question? “I mean, whether I win or lose, all the effort I did still had an effect on me, right? I still pushed myself to my limits, and I would have found something new about myself, grown up a little more. At least,” and here, he slouched, that determined stance gone as quickly as it came. “I’d hope I did, anyway. It doesn’t make losing hurt any less, but I’ve found what I love doing. So I won’t give it up, even when I fail.” He sheepishly waved a hand. “Probably, anyway…”
The three brand-new trainers seemed suitably impressed by what Sena had said, even with that weak ending.
“I wonder if I could ever be that confident in myself…” Bianca wondered out loud, surprising herself when she spoke louder than expected. Hilbert put a comforting hand on her shoulder, giving her a reassuring smile when she glanced over at him. She’d already taken her first step, hadn’t she? Cheren huffed, hands in both his pockets.
“You’ll be fine,” he sniffed, not looking directly at either of them. “You’ve gotten your first Pokémon, and the Professor’s about to show us how to catch more. Even if you don’t end up getting that many, you’re at least doing something, right?” Bianca nodded slowly, unsure whether she should interpret Cheren’s words as comforting or not.
“Isn’t that what Pokémon journeys are supposed to be about, anyway?” Sena wondered aloud, obliviously interrupting the moment the three of them had been sharing. “Finding yourself, and what you want to do? Even if everyone starts out as a Trainer, not everyone ends up as one, right? I mean, my own journey was a bit weird, but…” Sena averted his eyes, and Hilbert wondered about the incongruity behind his words. He’d clearly been on a long enough journey to bond with at least six Pokémon, ones that he still kept with him now, so why was he acting like a Pokémon Journey was such an unfamiliar concept to him? Hilbert watched as the older boy scratched his chin, glancing about before he finally decided to look back at them, his eyes oddly thoughtful.
“I wouldn’t change it for the world. Most of it, anyway,” he amended.
Hilbert was curious, wanted to ask more about this person’s strange journey, wondering what hidden truths this person had. But all too quickly, the solemn light in the older boy’s eyes had vanished, replaced with his usual bright expression.
“Anyways,” he grinned, as if he hadn’t been acting world-weary and wise a few moments ago, “I’ve really kept you, huh? First with the paperwork, and now interrupting your time with the Professor...I’m really sorry about that! If there’s anything I could -” and before Hilbert could interrupt, tell him that the chance to meet an older, experienced Trainer so early into their journey was already worth the trouble, he had let out a triumphant cry and started rummaging in his bag.
“I’ve got it! Back home, there’s this specialty, you see...Floaroma Town is famous for its honey! It’s really popular with both people and Pokémon, so…” Sena continued to ramble absentmindedly as he rummaged through his bag as Hilbert glanced at his companions. Bianca didn’t seem to recognize the town’s name, and neither did Hilbert, but one of Cheren’s eyebrows had gone up slightly. He’d make a note to ask his friend what he’d realized later.
“...and y’know, sometimes people actually spread it on trees! Apparently if you do that, sometimes wild Pokémon come to eat it, and you can try catching them! Mostly bug-types, from what I heard, but apparently you can catch some really rare Pokémon, too? My friend, she managed to catch a Munchlax, although I guess she caught it with a different type of food, but that’s one of the Pokémon that can show up if you spread this around? Although, I don’t know what kind of Pokémon might be attracted to this in Unova, ha ha…” With that awkward laugh and the sound of clinking glass, Sena had managed to produce three small jars of glistening golden honey. “Even if you can’t lure wild Pokémon with it here, I think it’d be a nice treat for your Pokémon and you to share! You can decide what to do with it, if you want...oh, don’t worry!” he laughed out, noticing Bianca beginning to wave her arms in protest, apparently thinking the gift was too much. “The person I stay with there, she’s really motherly...she kinda packed more than I can use! She’d be happy to know that there’s someone enjoying it, rather than it being wasted.”
With that, he clumsily shoved a jar into each of their hands before skipping backwards. He was so unexpectedly nimble that by the time Hilbert had managed to juggle holding both the honey and his Oshawott, he’d looked up to see that Sena had backed up several steps away. Almost like he’d teleported, in the blink of an eye. Was he actually that fast?
“Good luck on your journey!” Sena cheered, waving exaggeratedly with one arm, the other still tugging the zipper on his bag shut. “And hey, if you stop by Nimbasa, cheer me on in a game, huh?”
“That’s assuming if he even gets in,” Cheren muttered softly under his breath, but Sena was already clearly out of earshot, and almost out of sight. It didn’t seem to matter whether Sena had heard the comment or not - Cheren apparently didn’t mean much by it, already distracted by the jar of honey he’d been given. Both him and Bianca were holding up their jars curiously, examining the golden liquid inside and wondering just what they should do with the gift they’d unexpectedly received.
Hilbert had no such compunctions: the way Oshawott had been eyeing his own jar with sparkling eyes had already answered the question for him.
(A/N): writing Sena from another person's pov is very funny. especially nineteen year old azume Sena who's just about to start his fledgling football career in a second world. sena stumbling in and out of this totally random trainer's life like "oh i almost ruined someone's first journey by immigrating in at the same time they're leaving, this totally doesn't mean anything" like, oops,
protag hilbert! i had already partially decided that because switching between male and female protags that nearly get bad-ended sounded funny to me, but then pokemon masters made that cute n event that more or less confirmed hero of truth hilbert as a thing, so. anyways hilbert's a quiet, observant kind of kid who tends to get to the heart of things really quickly, even if he doesn't always voice it. so naturally he'd notice that things that sena says doesn't always line up with his behavior. of course he'd find him curious.
[hilbert] dude why you act so weird when talking about your journey anyway?
[sena] it's the trauma : )
the aquaintance that introduced sena to professor juniper to help him skip immigration customs was cynthia, btw. she got the identity shit covered for all her azume peeps. ayyyy
will i write more? well. i want to? we haven't even gotten to sena going [KILL BILL SIRENS] when observing n being weird at a young child yet