[ti]spawn[/ti]CHAPTER 1: RAIN

<'Ɽ₳ł₦.'>

Why does it please her so much? The way Legion floats, swimming through the air, is not all that different from Orm's, but young as the Kyogre is, they're always less than a foot off the ground. Still, until recently, they could only swim in water and didn't really move much on land. She knows that it means Legion is growing; learning, changing, and developing. Based on the careful measurements she takes each week, they have even grown in size.

Good. Tuesday thinks, a smile upon her lips. Grow big and strong, my Legion.

<'Tuesday. There's something coming our way.'>

Linnear's warning steals Tuesday's attention away from such thoughts of pride and war, and she simply nods for the Pokémon to ready himself for a fight. After all, mighty as she plans for Legion to one day be, they're not yet ready for that.

Man, this Mareep is strong. It occurs to Tuesday that it probably has something to do with the fact that she's yet to unlock one of the trainer classes that allow trainers to actually fight Pokémon (she's still working on that), but the fact of the matter is that holding this rope is starting to get real tough.

<'₱ⱤɆɎ. ₭łⱠⱠ.'>

Meanwhile, the young Kyogre circles around the Mareep to their belligerent little heart's content, urging Linnear to attack again since it's not something they can yet do themselves. The Froakie is more than happy to indulge Legion's wishes, and of course, the sheep resists.

At this point, Tuesday is a bit concerned about getting electrocuted, given that whole 'realistic pain threshold settings' and everything.

"Yeah, sorry... Don't think I'm in the mood for lamb today." An executive decision is made, and letting go of the rope, the Mareep is left free to escape. Naturally, Legion isn't pleased, and their attention turns to Tuesday.

<'N̞̪̯̤̉̅̋ͦ̀Ȯ̪͕̦̟͓̹ͮ̀!̤͇̹̰̈̇̃͠'>

"Oh come on, don't go all rebellious teen on me, you're not old enough for that yet. Come on, we'll get you some new prey. Promise." Tuesday smiles, patting the back of the small yet mighty beast. Her words get a huff out of Legion, but they believe her. After all, Tuesday has always done right by them.

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<'₱ʀɛʏ!'>

A whalesong as bloodthirsty as it is joyful rings through the rain, the amber gaze of a predatory animal falling upon a Mareep... again. Is it the same one as before? Had it grown tired while fleeing and paused here? Had it thought it was safe?

Tuesday isn't sure if it is the same Mareep or not, but whatever the case, it leaves her with a dilemma: she knows she needs to stick to her previous decision, despite what Legion may want.

"I told you, Legion. No lamb today." Merely saying the word 'lamb' in reference to a Mareep brings back memories, but she pushes them away, patting her small Kyogre. Legion heavily flicks their tail in annoyance, but they do not keep fighting her on this.

"We'll find you some other prey, don't you worry." Tuesday then smirks.

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Oh. A Ponyta. Tuesday considers telling her Pokémon to just let it be, but seeing how excited both Legion and Linnear are, she finds herself caring little for the wellbeing of the pony (no surprise there, right?)

"All yours." She tells them, watching as Legion swims just barely off the ground, Linnear on his back. They attack, or rather, the Froakie does, shooting a WATER GUN. But, the Ponyta must have already been annoyed by the rain, and being attacked with even more water, it's quick to run away.

This annoys Legion to no end.

<'ƈօաǟʀɖʟʏ ʋɛʀʍɨռ.'>

Adorable, aren't they?

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<'₱ⱤɆɎ!!!'>

It's a Yanma this time. A Yanma that flies high. Sadly, much higher than what the small Kyogre can swim just yet. Legion may be growing, but going barely a couple of feet off the ground seems to be enough of an effort for them already.

Naturally, they aren't at all pleased when the Yanma flies out of reach, and water is angrily huffed out of a blowhole. Much to the Froakie's dismay, of course, because standing on Legion's back as he is, this water ends up spraying all over his face. Hey, at least he's a water type, right?

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"Oh... Duraludon." Suddenly, Tuesday finds herself smiling. It must have been caught off guard by the storm when roaming through the plains, and being a Pokémon that notoriously dislikes getting wet, it hid in the first place that would provide even a semblance of shelter.

In this case, the Duraludon stands poorly hidden beneath a spire, still clearly getting hit by some droplets of rain.

Hmm... It might rust a little, but it should still be fine for Ash to take.

Tuesday thinks before giving her Pokémon the go ahead to charge, Legion singing one deep note as he swims over grassblades, Linnear on his back. It's the Froakie that attacks, beginning the battle with a simple yet ever-so-fundamental to know POUND.

The realization comes that Linnear will probably faint soon, although Legion may not notice this just yet. The Kyogre watches the battle near where Tuesday stands now, unable to fight while the Froakie jumps everywhere, shoots WATER GUNS and continues to POUND the Duraludon from time to time.

Who to send out next? Who would be the best example for Legion?

The answer is obvious to her, but for now, she waits for the inevitable. A lesson for Linnear, if anything.