Rhythm floated along the water’s surface, on the brink of falling back into his nap. He’d had a good fill today and had become sleepy. Pulse had swum away before he’d begun to feed for the afternoon, saying she had business to take care of elsewhere. This was all fine and good for him! Pelipper needed their energy to make long flights. Him especially! Yes, he needed enough food and rest to take mail all over the place. Alongside Archimedes, he was good at what he did. And besides, recently there’d been some sort of catastrophe in Tao, meaning Rhythm very much so needed his sleep. There was always a pile of mail to take to Archimedes; concerned parents or siblings who weren’t quite concerned enough to make a pilgrimage themselves, and so relied on Rhythm to do it for them. He would, but for now, he was going to just drift right back into sleep...
Right back into a lovely dream of...
At that moment when a Pokemon is on the verge of sleeping, it becomes very easy to startle. So, when the little Luvdisc shot Rhythm right in his eye, he panicked and thrashed around, almost falling backwards into the water.
“Oh, oops! I just wanted to wake you up!” Pulse said, bobbing up and down in the water. “Come scoop me up anyway, I just got a premonition I think I need to share.”
Upon hearing his partner, Rhythm calmed down and righted himself. “Is it very far from here?” he asked. “I was kind of hoping to get in a little more shut eye.”
“Oh, um, actually it’s right...” Pulse said, and then turned around to face the shore, firing a shot of water out that way. “There. I just need to get to the sand.”
“Like on the sand? Is there someone on the sand or what?”
“Well, I mean, I think the Pokemon’s right along the edge, but I don’t really want to become beached, you know? It’d be like that one time when you dropped me and that one Empoleon almost ate me. I don’t really wanna repeat that, you know...?”
Rhythm nodded (or perhaps merely bobbed) and then dipped his giant maw into the water for her, his usual invitation. She entered swiftly and then Rhythm took to the sky. They had some work to accomplish, apparently. Pulse was one to be trusted. She was usually precise and accurate in her predictions. It was several times now that Rhythm had given him sound statements or warnings to tell his friends. The shock on their faces! “How did you know that?” and “Who told you about that?” were often the responses he would get the first time around. Eventually everyone he knew trusted Pulse’s love predictions.
It was really lucky for him (and the countless others she’d helped through the years) that he didn’t gobble her up during their first meeting. He had intended to, make no mistake about that. Why, being a Pelipper, he ate fish. That’s just how it was. But Pulse...
He was entirely set to swallow her and be done with one of his daily meals when she called out in his mouth. He couldn’t not listen to her, for, well, she was kind of inside of his head. Her words echoed inside of him, quite literally. She stopped him dead though with a few words about his current lover. All accurate advice, all dead-on (he would end up soon confirming), all about her betrayal and how long it’d happened beneath his very nose. Even if he’d wanted to, Rhythm found he felt physically unable to swallow her after she started babbling away about what would happen if he continued to ignore the situation with his girl. He had turned course to their nest and confronted the treacherous lady while Pulse swished around his mouth, listening in. The whole situation was vaguely painful to recall.
So, if Pulse said she had to dole out some advisory material to some misfortunate soul in need, Rhythm was ready to take her there. Wherever “there” was. It wasn’t often too far from the bay, but sometimes they made long trips together just to give someone a bad version of the future if they kept up their folly.
And sometimes, Pokemon would seek Pulse out. Her advice was more general when this was the case: it was when she felt compelled to seek someone out that her words were always genuine. As it had turned out, she was seeking Rhythm when he had first almost eaten her...
Oh well. It only took a minute or so of flying before Pulse shot in the direction Rhythm was to land. He chose a spot away from most of the visitors on the beach so Pulse could more easily lead him in the right direction. He was ready to start hopping along the beach when she peered above his jaw and shot the spot next to a dull something. Was it a Kecleon? What an odd color, might as well be dead
, he thought absentmindedly.
“That the one, then?” he asked. He always felt a little bad trying to talk with Pulse in his mouth because it kind of felt like he was always gargling with her. Thanks to this and thanks to carrying so much extra water for his passenger, his words always came out at least somewhat garbled. She usually understood him anyway.
“Yeah, that girl over there,” Pulse said.
Girl? Huh. Well, okay. Rhythm wasn’t one to judge. He hopped right over. The closer he got, the harder it was to believe the Kecleon was even still alive. Eventually he caught her chest rising and falling steadily, and then Pulse popped up to take a look, herself.
Part 13 of "The Dates"