(IC) Pokemon: Journey of the Rainbow Goddess

[Neo Emolga]

Kaze Burakku
The Elder’s House

There were few that believed Kaze Burakku was chosen by the Buranchi to answer the village elder’s request because they truly believed Kaze was the most disciplined, adept, and professional of the druids and resembled all that they stood for and believed as part of their creed and tradition. There were far many more that believed Kaze was wild and chaotic and the Buranchi had grown tired of his antics and sheer mischief and simply wanted to be relieved by his absence in hopes of some semblance of normalcy and sanity.

But there was one thing they could all agree on when it came to the wild teenager. He was the least likely to fear even the infamous warlord, Nobunaga Oda, but whether that could be attributed to bravery, insanity, or just plain foolishness was the real question. But every question had an answer.

It was a little of all those things.

Kaze felt there was one of two possible outcomes of his fighting style and antics when it came to his role in defending the Rainbow Goddess. The absurdity of it would either go down in legend and they would write stories of his escapades and make paintings and statues depicting his renown feats of whimsy and clever madcap absurdity, or he’d simply be another dead fool and all memory of him would be snuffed out in mere seconds like a candle thrown into a tidal wave. It was the chance of a lifetime and it wouldn’t be the first time Kaze had relied on luck, but he was hoping for the best. In the game of life, chance, and luck, Kaze grabbed the dice with a grin and couldn’t wait to see the outcome.

When it came to Juno, the Rainbow Goddess, Kaze was excited to meet her. He wanted to know so many things about her, such as where she came from, what foods she liked, if she could fly, what her favorite Pokémon is, and if she knew any good jokes. And it was clear that five minutes with Kaze would let Juno know exactly the kind of person he is. He could easily be Nobunaga Oda’s greatest threat, or simply a fool to be thrown aside and stomped underfoot. In a way, Kaze was like a faerie. In one way, he could be swatted out of the sky in a single fatal stroke like a squashed bug if his luck had run out, but on the other hand, he could perform allusive trickery and mischief that could spell a chaotic and an unexpected ruinous end for all his adversaries in a humiliating and unexpected demise of whimsy. There was little telling how it would all end.

And like that, Kaze was on his way, accompanied by Ōen the Bellossom, Dasshu the Emolga, and Gairu the Cinccino, all of which knew their trainer well and had adopted his style much to their own mischievous delight. Whether their unusual strategy and tactics would prevail or fail… only time could tell, but it would be a cold-blooded lie to say they wouldn’t get any kind of fun out of it however the fates decided.