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Demon Marcus, Sunday

Spark had found a clothing shop today! A clothing shop! And since he was arguably the most fashionable of the Team Leaders (this was patently untrue, Blanche had Candela and himself beat by miles), and since the front door appeared to actually open when he tried one of the mystery keys that had been by his bed that morning (first rule of RPGs: Try every key in every door, okay?), he was quite happy to invite himself in and start perusing the stock.

He had to give a small nod of approval at the selection. Whoever ran this place clearly had a healthy appreciation for the color yellow. Of course, Spark had a bit of a bias. And anyway, his own shopping adventure had been cut short when he came across a selection of hats.

...

If anybody needed assistance in the Demon Marcus today, they could try flagging Spark down. He'd happily give you fashion advice that involved pairing hoodies with leather pants. But they'd have to interrupt the cutest dress-up session featuring one highly enthusiastic Pokémon trainer and his faintly exasperated Pikachu.

At least it wasn't his Zapdos?

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"Pi-kaaaaaa," the little mouse complained. Spark just grinned a little, reaching out to pinch his cute little cheek. Pikachu gave him a small electric shock for his trouble, earning a but of a sheepish laugh.

"This little guy is a Pikachu," he explained, turning a smile toward Hernando. "An electric mouse Pokémon. And we're looking for the perfect hat to compliment his silky smooth coat."

Which was, predictably, yellow. Like there was a theme here.

"What is a Pokemon?" Hernando asked curiously, studying the little creature. It looked mighty adorable in the hat even with a grump look.

He wondered a little bit why Sparkle had tiny hats but having witnessed everyone becoming doll-sized just a month or so ago he did not wonder for too long.

"The air is very dry in here," Hernando apologized when Spark got.. heh.. sparked.

"It's not really the air," Spark laughed, poking the long-suffering Pikachu on the end of his highly boopable nose. "Pokémon are animals of a sort, only they have fantastic powers and great intuition! They've been partners to humans for as long as there have been Pokémon!"

Pikachu attempted to paw his hat off of his head. Spark ever so helpfully straightened it out for him.

"Pikachu here is an electric type. Most of my Pokémon are, actually. But there are many diferent types, all with unique and fantastic abilities."

Hernando's eyebrows rose a little. "Oh?" he asked curiously, "You have more than just this .. Pikachu?"

"Sure do," Spark laughed. "I'm Spark, the leader of Team Instinct. I help other trainers raise their Pokémon, so I get to carry more than the standard six that most trainers can handle. I've got Pikachu here, and a Raichu. A Mareep, a Magnemite, a Magneton, two Manectric, a Milotic, and a Zapdos."

The Zapdos was kind of his crowning achievement.

Even though these days it felt like anyone who had ever done an ounce of research had like five. Not bad for a one-of-a-kind legendary bird.

Hernando smiled. This was definitely not Sparkle but the enthusiasm was similar. "I can see what a Pikachu looks like, but what of the others? Are they similar?"

"The Raichu is," Spark offered, smiling brightly. "He's one of Pikachu's evolved forms, actually. The others are all... pretty different."

A beat.

"We could step outside if you'd like to meet some of them. A few are a little too large to fit in here comfortably."

"Do you know, I would like to meet them," Hernando mused, "As long as it is safe for me and for them."

Hernando glanced at the Pikachu again, "They evolve?"

"Many do," Spark agreed, holding out an arm for Pikachu to scamper up so that he could sit on his shoulder before he made for the door. "When they're old enough, or experienced enough, or when they're exposed to certain environmental factors."

A pause.

"Or when they eat enough candy."

...

"It's a very specific kind of candy."

His corner of the universe was weird.

Hernando held the door for him mostly out of habit. "I am glad to hear it's specific. I cannot imagine sugar candy would be very good for any animal."

If Hernando knew what that candy was made of, he'd react.. poorly.

It was probably not actually made of ground-up Pokémon! If it was anything like Poffins and Poké Puffs and other such Pokémon food, it was mostly just berries and nuts and beans and things.

But it was definitely more fun to speculate.

"And the last thing you want is a bunch of electric types on a sugar rush," Spark laughed, stepping through the door with a grin and a nod of thanks. "I mean, that's the real reason my hair is always up like this."

This was untrue.

Untrue or not, it was believable to Hernando. He had another friend whose hair was product-enhanced to hide that it was held aloft mostly by a static charge. He simply nodded solemnly.

"It is not even so good for people to have sugar rushes too often," Hernando agreed."

"Right! Though that doesn't generally stop me, anyway."

... Really, Spark was kind of just a kind of clueless, less destructive Sparkle with a pocket full of monsters. Imagine how that incident in New York would have fallen out of Sparkle had been able to unleash the wrath of eight electric types and one water serpent (for balance).

"Okay, are there any you want to meet first? I could let them out to play all at once, but that might get overwhelming."

"Did you say you had a.. an evolved Pikachu? That might be best to start with if it looks like this other little fellow?" Hernando suggested.

Spark reminded Hernando very much of Sparkle. The kindness toward his creatures especially.

"Right! That would be Raichu," Spark replied, reaching for a small red and white ball on his belt. "Mine's an Alolan variant, which means he's got some psychic ability as well as his electric powers. But that's fine, he's very friendly."

He pressed a button on the ball, and it grew from being about the size of a tennis ball to something a little more reminiscent of a baseball before throwing the ball some distance away from himself. Before it flew too far, the ball opened, and in a flash of light, the Raichu appeared.

Yes. Yes it was a larger, more tawny mouse. Standing on its tail like some kind of flying surfboard.

"Hey, buddy! How are you doing?"

Raichu squeaked and zipped over to fly an excited circle around them.

Hernando blinked at the display and opened his mouth in dismay when the ball was thrown. He closed it when the creature appeared, unharmed and clearly happy to be out to play.

He watched as it zipped around on its own tail, flying excited circles around them and smiled at it. "So this is what your shoulder Pikachu might become someday?"

It was quite charming, how excited the little mouse was.

"He might," Spark agreed, reaching out to scratch the Raichu behind one of those big floppy ears. The mouse creature made a sort of happy burbling squeak as it leaned in to the attention. "Or he might turn into a somewhat more grounded version. The more common variety of Raichu has a few sharper angles and can't fly, but they're no less great."

He had a bias. All of his Pokémon were clearly the best ever.

"So they may evolve in different directions?" Hernando asked curiously, "Do many of the Pokemon do that?"

"Not many, no," Spark replied, "and this guy is a regional variant... Like a whole different breed, you know? But there are a few that will turn into completely different species. The most notable one is the Eevee, with eight possible evolutionary paths that we know of so far."

He paused.

"I don't have an Eevee. Or any of their evolutions. I wouldn't mind getting my hands on a Jolteon, though."

He really, really had a type.

"That is an impressive number of evolutions for one species to have," Hernando said solemnly. "A Jolteon is.. an evolved Eevee?"

"Right," Spark confirmed. "The electric type. There's also Flareon, Vaporeon, Umbreon, Espeon, Leafeon, Glaceon, and Sylveon. So far, there aren't any Ghost, Bug, Poison, Dragon, Ground, Rock, Fighting, Steel, or Flying types. That we know of, anyway."

Calm down, Spark. It isn't like anyone but you knows what any of that means.

"But who knows? Maybe with more research, we'll discover those, too!"

"The types of Pokemon are based on these things?" Hernando asked with interest.

"Right," Spark confirmed brightly, "each with strengths and weaknesses to Pokémon of other types. Take Pikachu, here." He grinned as he tweaked the rim of Pikachu's hat. "He's an electric type. If he were to encounter a rock type, he'd have a pretty difficult time of it if it were to attack. But he'd be able to hold his own with ease against a water type. They conduct electricity way better!"

"And you said yours are mostly an electric type, I believe?" Hernando asked, "So they will all get along?"

"Well, they're all electric type because I like electric type," Spark replied, grinning crookedly, "but they'll get along because they've been trained to, you know? Lots of time spent with each and every one, and careful socialization! But they all have pretty good instincts. They know friends when they see them."

He reached for another ball on his belt and threw it, too, and a serpent that stood about as tall as either of them when reared up appeared.

"Milotic here is a water type," he added, as it, too, made its way over, affectionately bonking its face against his chest. "I spent hours and hours just walking around with him, getting to know him, when he was still a Feebas. We're pretty much inseparable, now."

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