"Well, that sure was a fun night. I sure hope I'll see 'em again..."
The Electric-type spoke in a soft, but slightly bittersweet tone. He took another gulp from his drink. He was at one of the bars around his home-area. And slightly slamming it down after one of his sips. Letting his head down some, thinking about his family.

"You seem to not be as enthusiastic as you usually are, Brike..." A deep, rough, Male voice spoke to the Electric-type. Brike could only chuckle, and shake his head.
"Yeah...I, uh. Had some 'family' visit me last night. Took me some time walk to....." He paused for a second. Them likely not knowing what, or where this place is. And it was also full of Assassins and Trappers...it's probably why his Cousin had clothing that was camouflaged with their environment.
"...The place where he wanted me to go." That sounded rather suspicious, but everyone listening dropped it. They were more interested to hear how his night went.

"So anyway. Cuz' gave me a two-hour-long story. It was supposed to be fictional. But, well. The characters he mentioned...sounded way too close to what I actually knew.
He didn't use names. Only illustrations of their ambitions and personalities. I eventually guessed them all. Turns out, I was included in it as well." He stopped to get another sip of his drink. But kept his head down. He always looked like something was on his mind.

"What was it about?" A feminine voice spoke up behind him. He quickly turned his head around to see the source of the voice, but when they finished their sentence. He went back to forward-facing on the wooden seat.
"Well. It was about these three guys. They were brothers. One was a king, another is a Clan Leader. The other guy? Some totally-rad adrenaline-seeker. Did crazy stunts and always put the bad guys in the dirt-."
"Was this adrenaline-seeker by any chance.....an electric-type?" The Bartender asked, with a rather husky, and slightly antagonistic tone. Brike tried to figure out how to answer this without looking like an idiot, but every time he attempted. It made him look worse. It was a typical attitude of his, but he tried anyway.


"Well- ummmmm......
Yeah. He was..." That was all he said when he scratched his neck. Everyone else just let out a soft: 'Mhm...' That was Brike alright.

"Anyway. He didn't explain the end of it. I likely won't hear the end of it either..."
"Why not?" "Well, he's gotta remain on the move. Our visit was just...it's just some little family reunion thing. Man...I really need to go see MY family more often."
"Don't you have anything better to do, Brike..." The same voice from the table asked.
"Not really...all I do is waste my time LOOKING for something better to do." He answered honestly, following a sad chuckle behind it. He knew he was pathetic. He just didn't know how to get out of it. Hopefully, another drink would help with that.

"Maybe if you stop trying to impress everyone, and drinking when you're bored, you'd probably find some sort of...asperation yourself. Everyone is pretty much disgusted with you. At least, by this point.
No one thinks you're cool. Everyone thinks you're dumb." The Electric-type laughed in agreement. He tried to play it off like he was tough, but truthfully, that hits where it hurts. And it was evident through the lack of eye-contact.
"Maybe if I was a big guy like you. Perhaps I could find a job that suits me. All you do is sit around here, passin' drinks." He said bluntly. The being he was talking to was a Poison-type, a Nidoking. He felt rather disrespected by his words. And gave him a mean-eye look. Leaning over the table.

"Don't make me kick you out..." He said seriously. This time, Brike looked up. He felt somewhat ashamed now.
"Right...I'm sorry..." "You're the sorriest thing I've ever met...go get a job, ya bum..." Brike grunted to that statement, then chugged down the rest of the liquid in his Wooden cup. Paid the fee. And got on his feet.
"You do make a killer Wiki-liquor." Now that he stood up, he looked around at everyone else, like they expected him to do something now.
"So, uh. Anyone got any sort of Careers up for a Daredevil?" He asked everyone with a blunt, stale face. They just turned their heads back to their general direction and ignored him.

1 hour later.




"Ugh, I'm so bored...Isn't there anything to do around this dry town?"
The Electric-type moaned to himself. He saw how everyone else was busy, working, making a good business with customers coming and going. This was the only place he felt safe since he was considered an 'outlander' by this point. He had spent an entire decade away from his royal settlement...none of the higher-beings would recognize him as royalty, now that he's equipped a new demeanor. Sure, his personality has been the same as ever; overzealous, cocky, and passionate. But he lacked something to expend all that built-up energy on.
As his mind wandered on the possible realms he fit in. He came up...with none. Would he have to go back? Would he be required to retrace his steps to get back on his feet?
He thought breaking off would a good idea. But, he forgot one vital thing to his survival. He was immature. And it was no surprise.

"No...I can do this. It starts with belief. Then comes the work. I just have to find something I'm good at...
That's all." He said to himself. He was a good card player. Maybe a gambler? No, he would make too many enemies. Bounty hunting? His prey would likely outsmart him.
"Wait! Now I got it, I'll just be a traveler! Who needs to stay in one spot anyway? And, I could get paid every now and then running errands for anyone who asks! Perfect. I'm tired of the heat..." Making a revelation he was happy with. Little did he know how hazardous, and the extreme trials that would await him. Death would prove a common enemy, and hardships would be an overused recipe.

"Besides. Works for cuz' anyway. He's livin'." Good thing he was sitting on a roof, away from ear-listening distance. Crazy-talk is for the hopeless, and he was hopeless.
But, this was a start. Now, he just needed to make the first steps.

"But before I do that. I should probably leave my mark..." By this point, he was in looking-for-trouble mode. This isn't going to be good...
And finding the perfect excuse too. He saw someone, two beings. Bullying a merchant for a discount. It was evident they were using violence to oppress their bargain.
A Monferno and a Poliwrath. They looked like punks...
"Perfect~," Brike said to himself. Making his way over to these bullies, he hopped off the roof. It was a 6-foot drop, and when he landed. He did a quick roll to break his fall and launched into a sprint. 'Hopefully, this isn't me attacking innocents, and confusing them for bad people...this time. Did that once. Hoo, that was embarrassing.' He thought to himself. But yes, that would be an awful thing to go through again.



While he made a charge at these foes, without warning, he tackled the Monferno right in the face and pinned them down. Whipping around his head as fast as he could, he kicked the Water-type's ankles, making his balance crumble. Brike got the first blow, and that upset the bandits. The Fire-type attempted to strangle him by his neck, but he was too quick for them. He pulled up his arm, and landed his elbow right in their chest, knocking the oxygen right out of their system, and releasing himself upon their grip. He quickly rushed up to his feet and clenched his paws. Finally, a moment where he didn't look like an idiot. Eyes focused, and muzzle tight. He didn't draw his weapons yet. He didn't need to.
And when his enemies got up, they looked angrier. One had insufficient air through their lungs. Another had a hurt ankle. This is the perfect situation to take them down with swiftness and ease.
"Could you guys move any slower..." He taunted them, as they were struggling to get up. They didn't say a word, they were hurting too much.
"You just got yourself a golden ticket to pain-town, punk!" The Poliwrath barked at him.
Brike just chuckled and wanted to throw a remark right back at them.
"Says the guy who just got their ankles smashed. Now, I would tell you guys to backoff. But you're not going to do that. You won't do this the easy way." He said, grabbing his blades now, and giving both of them a twirl. Then planting one leg back and his weapons ready to slice them down.
"So how about we do this the fun way?" 


Well, this scared them. Two blades that looked like it could cut a Bastiodon in one blow. And to flesh or fur? It would not prove an appropriate obstacle to his weapons. It was unclear who held the advantage now. Two beings against one? Or two blades to slay one each.
Both bandits pondered their actions. Would they surrender now? Or risk defeat, even death?
Well...they chose violence...and to the Electric-type, that made him smile. They both charged at him, the Monferno with a kick, the Poliwrath with a punch. This was all a game to him. He was too fast to get hit. He quickly sidestepped both of them, whipped himself around to kick one of them himself. The fire-type taking the hit, and foolishly landing on his face.
 He wasn't going in swinging yet. And all this commotion has now drawn attention. Since they did not have a law force to use when activities such as this occurred. It was up to the hands of the brave and vigilantes to take care of these sort of things...

But he had to be quick about this. Tiring them out would be an idea, then just outright killing them. Brike may have been cocky and immature. But he was not impulsive or stupid. If he did take their lives, this would further worsen his reputation with the entire town he dwelled in. So he had to think about this. It wasn't something he was great at...


"You guys won't catch me- I'm too quick for you." Poking at his opponents some more. He is rather hasty to show off...
And of course, it got under their skin. They needed to utilize team-attacking. So the Monferno stepped up again, kicking up and standing again. That took some skill. Which kept Brike's attention for a second. A second too long...as the Poliwrath came and punched him in the back of the head. That ultimately rocked his world, as it was painful, dizzying, and knocked him down.
"Woah...I swear I just saw White for a second..."
"Give up, you won't win!" The Monferno snarled at him, a fire in his mouth growing like a furnace.
"Look, I'd like to stay and play. But Speed's my game!!" He shouted at them with passion and sprinted at them. They weren't sure what he would pull. But as he charged at them, copies of them appeared. 2, 4, 5 Jolteon' running at these two hostiles. They knew they were fakes. But they could be deceptive. Now they were on their toes.

"He knows Double-team!" The Water-type shouted to his partner in crime. They got back to back, as they were surrounded and being played with by the Electric-type. Chuckles swirling them, as they were extremely anxious to anticipate what would happen to them. They had no idea how to approach this predicament. But, their stress got the better of them and Brike acted.
The Jolteon came with a whirling sucker punch right to the Fire-type's face, knocking him in the side and giving his fair share of a dazing punch. He quickly jumped back to blend in with his copies, and just as he expected. The standing one tried to swing at one of the fakes. When he landed the punch, it disappeared into a strange puff of smoke. Using this to his advantage, Brike kicked the Water-type in the head, and down on his back.

Now with both hurt, he would pull one more trick. A more menacing one. He slowly approached them, with one sword presented forward, as if he was ready to cut their throat. And spoke in a more serious tone. That was something most didn't expect from this guy...


"I'll give you one more chance...
Leave. And you won't be hurt any further. Try anything else?" He stopped his sentence, as his fur slightly raised like the wind was blowing on him. Closing his eyes and completing his move.
"I'll cut you down so fast, you won't feel a thing..." Of course, they didn't take him seriously. Who was this chump to threaten them? Who was essentially the same piece of dirt as they were? Well, he may have been dirt. But at least he's heroic dirt...

The Monferno, of course, got an idea. He tried to reach for a rock while keeping his eyes on the Jolteon. And as soon as he gripped it, Brike's sword was already to the fur on the Fire-type's neck. And he was behind him. The Monferno looked around frantically to see how in the world he got out of his view at lightning speed.
But as soon as he heard his voice, they froze.
"I mean it..." Brike couldn't think of any more menacing things to say, he wasn't that type...
However, he did get the message across that he wasn't playing around. They groaned and submitted. The Monferno let go of the rock and got up calmly. With a snarl, and turning their back. They were leaving Town now. With the Water-type left. He glanced back at his partner for a second. Then gave Brike an angry look as well.

"This isn't over..."
"Seems like it is to me." He snapped back. More stupid comments...that would make anyone facepalm or shake their head. Hearing his tacky insults was pretty-near insufferable. Nonetheless, he turned out to be the good guy this time.
As they retreated, he got a bright gleeful spirit. and hopped in the air with his swords raised.
"I won! Haha, finally a time where I don't look like an idiot!" He shouted in pride and felt good about himself. Some chuckled at his amusement and let him be. Another felt the utter need to say something about it.
"That's impossible." But Brike ignored it.
"You're the dumbest Jolteon I've ever known, let alone Electric-type." Still doing his best to disregard their rudeness. He laughed in nervousness and put his blades back in their sheath. As he got one more look around at this place that he calls home.
The one place he overstayed his welcome. He was going to miss it...


"Well, guys. Best I will be off now! I'll miss you guys. Fun being here, but, I finally found something better to do."
"Finally..." "Don't die now!" One snarked at him. Their comments weren't even bittersweet, they seemed to be genuinely annoyed with his presence. He knew it, but he played it off. As he turned around to approach the Mountains that rested behind their Desert-y town. Guess...it was time to go?
"That's on the last of my list!" Commenting back to whoever made that statement.
And with a big, last breath of the dry air, he lived with. He made his way West. He had no things, no possessions, no home. He didn't need much, as he mostly 'lived by the seat of his Pants'. Although not literal. He got experience from most of his impulses and throwing himself into domains and troubling times he wasn't used to. This would be hazardous for our now-wandering adventurer. 
But. He has faith he can make it through. He's been through tough times. He's always made it out.

















Or so he thinks...