Jordinio Version - 18.2 (Patreon)

Jord stared at the pokeball containing Krabby in his hands for a moment, before it disappeared in a flash of white light, being teleported to the Viridian Pokemon Centre with the rest of his pokemon.
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He nodded once before looking at the other pokeball in his hand and then to the Raboot eyeing him with interest, "You're not looking too happy with your trainer there." the younger boy pointed out.

The Raboot stared at him before shrugging, arms crossed over each other and looking bored, "Boot." it gave a simple nod.

Jord stared at it for another moment before turning to the downed dark skinned boy who was staring up at Jord wide eyed in the sand, the words stolen from his mouth from the sudden turn of events.

Jord after all, with the wide smile baring all of his teeth and the huge Milotic looming over his shoulder with rage clouding its feature, were not at all hiding how much they wanted to get right down to violence.

Hilda considered a personal win he wasn't stomping the guys face into the dirt right now.

"How the hell did you get your starter of all things to dislike you this much?" Jord asked the boy, shaking his head.

The boy despite his position and bloodied nose scoffed dismissively, "Starter in name only. The Professor wouldn't let me leave the city unless I had a designated starter, I had a bunch of pokemon I caught around Vermillion and Raboot was desperate for it, so I let it tag along," he shrugged, "The only pokemon I'm going to accept as my true starter pokemon is Mew!"

Hilda felt her mouth drop open wide in disbelief. Mew? As in, the practically worshipped legendary pokemon of Kanto? The one said to be the ancestor to all pokemon? As his starter pokemon?

...Also he clearly wasn't understanding the meaning of a starter pokemon. It was supposed to be the first pokemon a trainer got to get them started on their journey to catch more pokemon.

This kid clearly wasn't all there going by the actions he'd gone through since he arrived here and now this nonsense.

At his words, Jords smile turned positively, evil.

"Yeah, good luck with that," he scoffed, "Because I know for a fact that you'll never capture Mew."

The boys face twisted up in rage and he pushed himself to his feet, ignoring his nose, "Oh, and how do you know that?" he growled nasally, "I already have a plan. I'll complete the pokedex and it'll open up the path to Mew!" he boasted.

...Hilda supposed it was technically a sound plan? If a person had every type of pokemon in the world it would it would make it so much easier to find a specific pokemon.

But it was such a stupid view on how to go about something like that, completely disregarding the sheer scope and stupidity of forming a plan like that and made her think the boy was 'special' in the head.

What idiot professor let this fool start his journey? 'Then again the literal street rat passed the exams early and got a trainers license.' Hilda's eyes strayed to Jord.

"Because I already know where Mew is," Jord bared his teeth and replied with a fully malicious tone, "And I'll make sure to capture it myself so you never can."

Hilda's eyes widened, 'He does?!' she spluttered mentally. How the hell did he know that?

The dark skinned boy trembled at Jords words, "Y-you're lying!" he stuttered, "I've studied Mew for years! I've even seen it once! There's no way some random person like you would ever know where to find Mew!"

"From where I'm standing, you're the randomer you little scrub," Jord snorted, jutting his chin out smugly, "Besides, even if you could find Mew, you'd never be able to catch it. Not when you're so pathetic even your starter pokemon won't listen to you. Do you honestly think you're just gonna be able to find Mew and toss a pokeball at it? Bitch, it's a legendary pokemon!" the younger boys rant got progressively louder with each word until he was practically shouting in the older boys face, the anger still evident in his voice.

The dark skinned boy shook in place, hesitating in the face of the very real violence Jords voice promised on top of deriding his dream, "I-I don't believe you!" the tan boy shouted back and stepped forward and did the most stupid thing he could in this situation as far as Hilda was concerned.

He tried to push Jord.

Not that it worked out for him at all. With how twiggy his arms looked. it must have been like trying to push over a boulder and it was him that ended up being pushed backward and falling on his backside.
Hilda heard a few people laugh at the sad showing and smothered a smile of her own.

"Believe what you want, but buzz off will you? You can find out about how right I am when the news covers my new Mew later down the line," Jord taunted, "Either way, it's got nothing to do with you any more scrub, so beat it before I beat your face in for trying to steal my Krabby."

Well, he was being more lenient than Hilda thought he was going to be. She half expected him to kick him in the face after that last stunt, or something like that at least.

The dark skinned boy gaped up at the younger Jord, seemingly lost on what just happened, "F-fine!" he spat and pushed himself up, face a mess of blood from where she headbutted him, "Just give me Raboot's pokeball and we'll be going then!"

"How about no?" Jord snorted and dangled the pokeball teasingly at the older boy, "The way I see it, Raboot doesn't like you. So, if he wants to leave you, I'm all for letting him."

The slender boy gaped at Jord, "....You can't do that!" he spluttered.

"Yeah, I cant, it's against the law," Jord shrugged and the boys shoulders slumped in relief, only to widen in alarm at what Jord did next, "Here, why don't you pick Raboot?" he looked over to the Galar starter pokemon and tossed the pokeball over to it, the ball landing in front of its feet.

"What are you doing!? Raboot I order you to bring that pokeball over here!" The would be Krabby thief ordered his pokemon.

It ignored him and gave the ball a curious look before looking back at Jord, "It's up to you, you can stick with this moron," he said jabbing his thumb over his shoulder at the dark skinned slender boy, "Or you can go free. Or hell, you can come with me if you want. I've got a ton of pokemon but I rotate and train them all and I can promise you'll be far stronger than you ever imagined if you decide to come with me."

the small fire type just stared at him for another moment, before completely ignoring its trainer and looking to Milotic who had been silent allowing her trainer to do what he wished. "Ra, ra boot?" the small fire type cocked its head to the side.

Hilda had no idea what it was doing. She could only guess it was asking Milotic something about Jord.

Milotic in response lost the terrifying visage she was displaying and beamed beautifully, "Mi mi miiiiiiiii!" she trilled back with her absolutely gorgeous voice.

'Maybe I can produce a show about pokemon singing together?' Hilda mused. Milotic's voice was so beautiful and soothing to listen to.

"Boot." Raboot nodded once and then lifted one leg up, its foot glowing white and brought it down hard on the pokeball, smashing it to pieces before anybody could react.

"Raboot what are you doing!?" its trainer screamed in shock.

Raboot snorted at his shouting then went back to ignoring him as it walked over to Jord and looked up at him, giving him a simple nod.

A smug, shit eating grin appeared on Jord's face and he pulled a pokeball out from his pocket and crouched down to gently tap it to Raboot's head.

The fire type starter spared one last glance at its former trainer, before being enveloped in red light and sucked within the pokeball. In just a few moments, the pokeball lit up red and shook a bit, before slowing to a stop.

And a second later, it was teleported away just like Krabby before it.

Its former trainer stared wide eyed at the position his 'starter' pokemon previously stood before a scowl appeared on his face, "Fine, see if I care! I never wanted you anyway, remember!" he spat, "I've got plenty of other pokemon to fill your spot!"

He glared at Jord and then her, before stomping away without sparing a second glance at them.

Hilda watched him go for a moment, before snapping a picture of him using her x-transceiver. Him catching Krabby before Jord could was not at all against the law, but trying to attack her with his Raboot?

That seriously was. She was going to send his picture to the local police department and let them deal with him. If he was lucky, he'd get off with just a black mark on his trainer record.

"...God I should have smashed his stupid fucking face in." Jord' snarling voice broke her from her thoughts and she looked to see him staring after the dark skinned teen with his teeth bared like a Houndoom once again.

He looked like he was seconds away from chasing after him and jumping him from behind and beating the ever loving crap out of the boy.

"So do you actually know where Mew is?" Hilda asked a question on her mind. Both to sate her curiosity and to get his mind off of the leaving boy.

Jord turned to her losing his snarl and raised an eyebrow at her question, "Of course I don't, you kidding?" he snorted, "I just said that to mess with that little prick."

Hilda sighed, "...Yeah I expected as much." she admitted, shoulders slumping.

A series of groans from the people watching and a cry of, "Ah and you got me all excited too!" from the one father who was shouting back up for her.

Jord gave a start at the sudden noise of people and turned to look wide eyed at them, "...W-what the fuck?" he spluttered in surprise, "When did these people get over here? How long have they been watching us?"

That was him just noticing all of them.

'Tunnel vision indeed.' Hilda rolled her eyes.