Pokedex Entry#014: Doomed to Repeat Part 1

Last time on our journey, we learn of the true history between Trixie and Taylor, and now we're about to see how these feelings come to pass in a battle for the ages.

Taylor Pov

I'll be honest, these last few days have been so hectic that Trixie's little proclamation fate sprained up faster than I realized though I blame that more on Roark than anything else. After our battle, he spent literal hours examining my Golett like some kind of science experiment. But at the very least, I now know what happened to him. Whether it be my Golett or the entire species itself, we surprisingly don't know much about their origin. All we know is that some ancient civilization made them with an internal power source that somehow gives them life. From Roark's two days straight of research (seriously, he smelled like he came from the mine despite not being it for that), I found out the last Pursuit attack earlier created one of the many small chips on Golett's chest to widen even further. This created a special glitch in the programming installed in it. That programming being that if it thought that its owner was to be in any mortal danger, the internal power source would overclock Golett to eradicate the attacker.

I thought this meant that Golett's power would leak out like a faulty battery, but Roark said he had already molded a hard patch that should keep his power in long enough to regenerate on its own. I spent the remainder of my last day doubling back from Mr.Kopi, Roark, and nurse Joy to make sure it was okay, and both said that he would be all right for battle. Either way, I decided against it, not wanting to take the risk.

With Golett decommissioned, I'm honestly tenser for this upcoming battle than I was with Roark. I don't even know half of the stuff Trixie went through in Hoenn, but whatever it did, it made her strong. And she's had her hold over me for so long; I didn't want to mess this up. But just because I was done didn't mean I wasn't ready. With the battles I have experienced and the friends I have made in such a short time, a part of me already knew that I had moved past her. Still, some physical proof would be nice too. In line with this mindset, I wore the same clothes I had when I began this journey as I returned to Oreburgh Gym.

Kopi POV

Despite all of Taylor's "vivid" descriptions of Trixie, I half expected her to have Durddgion scales and Haxorus mouth blades. I was surprised to see that she was human. Though even then, it was hard to tell as her posture radiated dominance, she might as well had been out for blood. Taylor still managed to stay strong, though, taking control of the situation from minute one in a polite but forceful tone.

"Before we start this, I've got one request."

"What are you looking for, handicap?" Trixie said with underlying pettiness.

"One of my Pokemon is hurt, Trixie, and your not worth overworking them."

Trixie's aura crumpled and flared for a flash of a second, but just as quickly, she regained her composure as she continued.

"Fine, two on two it is, but not here, we'll take this elsewhere," she said as she walked off.

One look from both of them, and I realized that for the first time in a while, I've been reduced back to the bottom of the pecking order. Not even a full-blown hurricane could stop what was about to commence, this battle was one year in the making, and it wasn't going to stop for anyone or anything. We kept walking for about half a block, combing through the industrial city and steamed filled towers till we've reached a complex hat was ancient even by Oreburgh's standards. I guess even a place as nostalgic as this still had to progress somewhat. But much like the recycling nature I've come to expect from the city of energy, nothing was created nor destroyed entirely. Once again, this mindset strikes true, as this obsolete warehouse now served as a battlefield for avid trainers. It wasn't the grandest of stages, but it was a stage nonetheless. And it was maybe through here we'll both be able to adopt the Oreburgh philosophy and make our troubled past a bright future.

The two trainers then wordlessly walked off to the opposite sides of the field, the echoes of their footsteps deafening all other sounds. They then turned to face each other with tension that could turn air solid. Like a closed spring, the tension kept building and building until it all let loose in powerful two battle cries.

"Ziggy, show your stuff."

"Ralts, win it all!"

It seemed even their Pokeballs shared the two's rage as the chaotic lights clashed in a quick lighting exchange that puts both of their Pokemon in an intense face-off for ages. That face-off finally ends when the 2 hit each other with powerful confusion and covet! The two attacks send them both back, but Ziggy's frantic energy let it right back into the action fast. I thought the battle would just end there, but Trixie's cold demand was a hair faster. Almost robotically, the Ralts, in a shocking move, vanished in midair! Ziggy, in haste, tried to scan the area but was so unfocused that he couldn't catch a powerful disarming voice!

The warehouse made the sound even worse, bathing the battlefield in a soothing cry. Despite the damage, Ziggy charged again with a headbutt that doesn't connect, with Ralts vanishing into the ether once again. A part of me wished it didn't happen, but it seems my prediction was right. It was just as "he" said.

"Any trainer worth their salt knows how to see their opponent's weaknesses and not make sure that they can see theirs."

Taylor has already shown her hand, meaning that Trixie now has all the cards. And as this nearly unbeatable combo, I had to ask. Could Taylor find an ace in the hole with such a deck stacked against her?

With a frequent offense and pinpoint evasion, Trixie already has the upper hand against Taylor! Will, our young hero, be able to defy history, or is it truly doomed to repeat? Find out next time as the journey continues ever forward!