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[Jirachi's Wish]

POKEMON CHILD TEEN

Name: Hazan

Gender: Male

Pokemon: Shiny Bayleef

Stage: Teen

Player: Melomar

Artist: Orpheus Solon

This Journal belongs to Melomar please do not post without permission.

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Welcome to Hazan's corner of the guild. He's not home right now because he's probably off exploring. Or pestering Havard. But if you leave your name, number, and a short message, he'll probably get back to you before Christmas. Have a nice day!

Rules
- Please do not use this thread to chat.
- Follow Gaia ToS in my threads. PMs may be another story.
- No, you may not copy my layout. You may use it for inspiration in your own design, though.
- Be happy. Or leave! Or you could just leaf. *puts on leaf hat* :B
- Yes, these were copy-pasted from my other threads, why do you ask?
- I reserve the right to pun. Repeatedly and beyond the point of poor taste.
- I reserve the right to add more rules.

Notes
- Sometimes the sprites hide things.

Updates
- 26 Feb 2020: journal moves to Proboards
- 10 Jun 2014: finally puts up the journal
- 01 Jun 2014: volunteers for Jirachi's first meta event
- 22 Jun 2013: won Hazan in Massive Rehome Event

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Page One - Post 01: Introduction by Orphe - Post 02: Rules, Notes, Updates - Post 03: Table of Contents - Post 04: Child's Personal Profile - Post 05: Pokémon Basic Stats - Post 06: Child's Learnset - Post 07: Not sure what goes here - Post 08: Relationships - Post 09: Home - Post 10: Photo Album and Art Gallery - Post 11: Family and History - Post 12: Growth and Forms - Post 13: Reservation Post Limbo - Post 14: Reservation Post Limbo - Post 15: Disclaimers Page Two - Hazan's adventures include snakes and rats! Yay!

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Yes, Hazan is a lot like Indiana Jones. He's active and curious about the world, and loves to get into crazy adventures while digging up old ruins. The major differences are that he was not named after the family dog, and he's actually quite friendly. You'd probably get along with him because he's just so darned charming. You'll have to try to find him first, though.

Name - Pronunciation(s): hay zun Pronounce Names - Given: Turkish: "autumn," feminine. Behind the Name - Surname: N/A - Hidden Meaning(s): none Nickname(s) - At Home: N/A - In Town: N/A - Friends: N/A Physical Stats - Gender: Male, bisexual - Stature: He's average in height for a child his size, but his big feet and strong muscles might allude to a towering height in the years to come. - Leavess/Skin: He is bright, sunshine-yellow. His hair, which has a lot of body and a nice wave by the way, and leaves are an equally cheerful orange color. - Optical Orifices: Large, bright, smiling, and orange. - Other Features: Yes, that's a large broad-leaf growing out of the top of his head. Is that strange? He also has a necklace-like string of buds growing around his neck just above his collar bone. You should see what they can do. He also has a short, fat, lizard-like tail. Again I don't see why you are wearing that expression. Look, someday he's going to look like a dinosaur that became what it ate. It's perfectly normal. Clothing - Style: He likes "kicking around" clothes. Hiking boots or breathable canvas shoes are the best for climbing around in uneven terrain with uncertain weather. He likes pants and shorts with lots of pockets because bags can get in the way. Shirts he isn't too particular about, but has found that wide-necked shirts, like v-necks or tank tops, are the most comfortable.

Personality:
- Nature: Hardy
- Summary: Enthusiastic and energetic, Hazan will tackle any problem with a grin and some old-fashioned know-how. The way he runs headlong into trouble, one would think he thinks not of any consequence. He's aware of them because he has already surveyed the situation and made his decision one short moment before acting. Able to speak on level with just about anyone, he might make a great con artist if he wasn't so genuine and straightforward.

- Myers-Briggs Profile:
- - ESTP
- - Extraverted Sensing Thinking Perceiving
- - The Persuader (AKA the Adventurer) is a risk-taking problem solver who loves action and excitement. Confident and enthusiastic, they tackle problems with skill and rationality, and seem to work best under pressure. They do not rely on set rules or norms to judge possible outcomes. Friendly and straightforward, they are natural leaders that have a way with people that sets them apart and motivates others to get the job done.

- Likes: Wow, he loves sunshine, fresh air, dirt, old things, learning about the people of the past, trying new foods, sleeping under the stars, meeting new people-- oh! and especially Havard!
- Strengths: charming personality, open-minded, energetic, objective approach to problem solving
- Abilities: hiking and climbing, surviving on little food in the presence of sunshine

- Dislikes: closed space, worrying about people, not much else really.
- Weaknesses: perhaps a little too eager to go off on a new adventure, he sometimes forgets about the feelings of those around him; sometimes looks at a situation too shallowly and misses some important cues/clues.
- Fears: not many, to be honest.

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Intro to chikorita

SPOILER: Click to show

Designation
- National Pokédex Number: 152
- Type: Grass
- Species: The Leaf Pokémon
- Habitat: Grasslands throughout the Johto region, though rarely seen in the wild
- Diet: Sun and water?

Physiology
- Overview: Looks a chubby four-legged baby dinosaur with a large leaf on its head and a 'necklace' of buds. Large red eyes, a single, pointed nailed toe on each foot, and a short, stubby tail are other distinguishing characteristics.
- Height: 2 feet 11 inches / 0.9 metres
- Weight: 14.1 pounds / 6.4 kilograms
Behavior: stuff goes here
Breeding
- Egg Groups: Monster and Grass
- Gender Ratio: 87.5% male, 12.5% female
- Gender Differences: none
- Courtship: undisclosed

Abilities
- Overgrow
- Leaf Guard (hidden ability)
- Other: Its leaf can be moved, used to swat at a enemy, used to catch sun rays, or to sense temperature and humidity changes; buds can grow into vines to be used as weapons; a sweet scent emanates from the leaf to enamor/calm and distract enemies.
Base Stats:
- Hit Points: 45
- Attack: 49
- Defense: 65
- Special Attack: 49
- Special Defense: 65
- Speed: 45
- Total: 318
Type Effectiveness
- Damaged Normally By: (1x) Normal, Fighting, Rock, Ghost, Steel, Psychic, Dragon, Dark, Fairy
- Weak To: (2x) Flying, Poison, Bug, Fire, Ice
- Immune To: none
- Resistant To: (½x) Ground, Water, Grass, Electric
- Notes: affected by none
Base Learnset:
- Tackle: Normal-type, physical attack
- Growl: Normal-type, status move

Lore:
- Japanese Name: チコリータ, chicorita, "chicory" + Spanish suffix "ita" for small/young
- Pokémon Origin: sauropods, pears, endive.
- English Origin: same as Japanese
- Trivia:
- - Chikorita is the tallest unevolved starter pokémon

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Intro to Bayleef

(to be compiled)

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Intro to Meganium

(to be compiled)

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One day, a meowth taught Hazan that he was no good at fighting. He really needs to change that, doesn't he? It's not that he likes to fight, but it's always a good idea to know one's strength and be able to protect against all sorts of dangers.

Ability:
- Overgrow: when HP falls below 1/3, grass-type moves are boosted 1.5x

Current Learnset:
- Razor Leaf
- Poison Powder
- Synthesis

- Growl
- Tackle

Level 17: TRYING TO LEARN
- Reflect: Psychic-type, status move (self), describes how HE does it

Level 12:
- Synthesis: Grass-type, status move (self and party), healing dependent on time of day and weather; affected by Snatch.

Level 9:
- Poison Powder: Poison-type, status move (enemy), spores cause poison and can affect party or enemy; Poison/Steel types immune, affected by Immunity (ability), Safety Goggles, Protect, Magic Coat, Magic Bounce.

Level 6:
- Razor Leaf: Grass-type, physical attack (STAB bonus), shoots razor-sharp leaves at enemy, high chance of critical hit; affected by Protect and King's Rock

Starting Learnset:
- Tackle: Normal-type, physical attack, describes how HE does it
- Growl: Normal-type, status move, describes how HE does it

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Hm. What's going to go here?

Well, he has had trainers in the past. But not any longer. He outgrew them?

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It's really a tossup as to which he loves more: going on adventures or meeting new people. In a perfect world, he gets to do both simultaneously. Sometimes life is perfect.

Friends
- Havard: best friend and once-roommate, he always idolized this mewtwo until they both realized they were only half human.

Acquaintances
- Leith: got off to a rough start while this Shiny Mudkip tried to climb a mountain.

- Oheňdrak: not a friendly encounter with this Charmander, but it was a short one.

- Yotta: 'fast friend' might be a good description of Yotta the Meowth, who showed him the Inner Strength Dojo and some fighting basics.

Enemies
- Koujen: Possibly? Or is rival a better way to describe him?

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Hazan lives the charmed life of an adventuring archaeologist. You know that wherever he goes there will be spectacular things to learn and see. There will be photos. You can be certain of that.

Photo Album
- Official art, by Orpheus Solon: Hazan does keep a photo album with pictures of himself, friends and family. It's separate from all the official photographs, so it's a little worn and disorganized. But you can also tell that there is a lot of love in it too.

(images link to fullsize art)

Art Gallery
- Artwork Name, by (name): no artwork yet

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Family, does he have any?

Family
Family? Yes, no?

History
- to be compiled; stay tuned!

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Child to Teen

SPOILER: Click to show

- Requirements:
☑ 2 Months Time - 21 June 2013 --> 21 August 2013
☑ 1 Response - to the growths/changes caused by the star they found.
- Rehome prompt
☐ 4 PDs
- The little one said, "Roll over." -- Hazan's solo, features Havard
- - Dream in Time -- Havard's solo, features Hazan
- - two solos, 2092 words
- Wrath of the Gods
- - meta, counts for 2 RP/PD
- - Indulgence is always a mistake, intro to Meta
- Flight or Fight -- Between Hazan and Koujen (in progress)
☐ 2 Solo RPs/Journal Entries
- Name Games
- two
☐ 1 Skill Learned - or more. =D
- Razor Leaf demonstrated in meta
- Reflect: to-be-written session with Havard (to learn psychic move)
☑ 1 Evolution - Bayleef

- Form:
Name: Hazan
Stage: Teen
Pokémon Breed: Bayleaf (shiny)
Evolving: Yes
Gender: Male
Hair Style: Still wavy, probably longish and messy, maybe in a braid or something out of his way
Eyes: Same color orange, still bright and friendly
Attitude/Nature: Nature is Hardy; attitude is open and friendly but careless and adventurous
Clothing Style: The adventurer! Think hiking boots, backpack, Indiana Jones, khaki or camo gear, or whatever else comes to mind
Body Style: Stocky and sturdy, muscular but with a bit of roundness (I think iguanas and grazing dinosaurs), he may or may not have hit his growth spurt yet, up to you (he's going to be tall)
Pokémon Features:
- Please keep his leaf <3
- Please keep the skin yellow
- Haircolor may be a mix of the orange he has now, and the burnt orange of the shiny bayleaf (maybe streaks or strips, however you want to do that)
- Tail (I love the short stubby aspect, but maybe make it a bit longer?)
Other:
- I would like him to be wearing a futuristic radio-collar, which Havard's remote control belongs to. He should tug at it and wonder what is going on.

Teen to Adult

- Requirements: ☐ 3 Months Time ☐ 1 Response to Growth ☐ 5 PDs ☐ 2 Solo RPs/Journal Entries ☐ 2 Skill Learned - there may be more ☐ 1 Evolution - N/A - Form: Name: Hazan Stage: Adult Pokémon Breed: Meganium (shiny) Evolving: Yes Gender: Male Hair Style: Still wavy to curly, cut short, like a pixie cut Eyes: Big and orange (like they are now) Attitude/Nature: Hardy; would like him smiling his toothy grin or maybe laughing? Clothing Style: Still an adventurer! Think safari or hiking trip Body Style: Tall and muscular! All that time in the wild has made him strong! Pokémon Features: - The leaf on his head would probably now be the antennae - Tail, kinda short and stubby for his size - The flower around his neck, should be bright orange - Bright yellow skin

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All sprites and pokémon concept art obtained from Bulbapedia's Bulbagarden Archives; Bulbapedia (the unofficial, online pokémon encyclopedia) was the primary source for pokémon info. Character concept art was created expressly for Jirachi's Wish. Each piece is listed below, and owned by its respective artist. Any omissions from this list are unintentional; no infringement is ever intended. If anything seen here is in error, please let me know in a nice way, and I will do my best to correct it in a timely manner.

Characters and Content
- Pokémon (Pocket Monsters) © Nintendo, concept by Satoshi Tajiri.
- Jirachi's Wish concept (and star thumbnails) by Orpheus Solon.
- Original character concepts for Hazan by Mizu_Taji, expanded on by Melomar.
- All other character concepts (such as for the children and their trainers) by their respective owners.

Sprites and Concept Art
- Hazan's pokémon concept art, and the art for his consecutive growth stages, by Orpheus Solon.
- Original chikorita pokémon concept art by Ken Sugimori.
- Animated chikorita sprite is the menu sprite from the games.

Layout Design
- Pokémon stats informational layout borrowed heavily from Bulbapedia.
- Some design layout ideas were borrowed from MoogerMint and used with permission.
- Banners by me (Melomar) for this journal only. Do not use!
- Banners use SF Fedora shareware font (personal use only), © Derek Vogelpohl of ShyFoundry Fonts, based on the font used for Indiana Jones.

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Rehome Event Prompt: Use the phrase "The noise behind him/her escalated" as the start of the prompt response and go from there! What is happening behind the Pokémon?
Date: June 2013
Post/Word count: 2421
Interaction with: Between Hazan and Havard

SPOILER: Click to show

“Hellooo?” The bright yellow-skinned boy stood at the mouth of a deceivingly small cave entrance. While he listened, childish laughter echoed softly from the cavern walls and faded as if the darkness had greedily swallowed up his delight. He was trying to keep his voice down, honest.

Softer still he murmured to himself, “I was sure of it, this time.” Gathering up his courage and setting aside a chilling sense of uncertainty, he continued deeper into the cave and tunnel system.

After leaving home at the tender age of ten (the right age for any human to start off on a pokémon journey!), Hazan the Shiny Chikorita, now as much a human child as a pokémon, he had set off on a quest very close to his heart. A very long, educational and, knowing Hazan, often dangerous search, he had learned more about himself and the world around him than he had learned at any other time in his life. But he had learned very little about the one question that weighed the heaviest on his young mind: Where in the world was his friend, Havard?

He had followed many wild goose chases that led to dead ends. This small collection of vague local legends was only one among many just like it that he had investigated, so he had no reason whatsoever to believe that this lead would bear fruit when the others had not. Even so, he could not ignore the rumors of a grey-skinned phantom, or of the most curious one about a half-child, half pokémon, and had followed them to this very cave. And he absolutely would not turn back now.

He called out softly once more: “Havaaaard?”

Through a maze of tunnels and caves, the shiny chikorita child’s voice did in fact carry. It preceded him quite well, as if a movie soundtrack was heralding its diminutive hero before the viewer knew whom he might be. But his voice fell on deaf ears. Or rather, it fell on unconscious ears.

There was a room deep within his sanctuary, brightly lit with numerous flickering lights and humming machines. Somewhere, something had boiled over and dried where it fell. It was here that Havard sat folded over on his desk. He literally had his back to his visitor as he approached. Despite this vulnerability, he should have heard Hazan’s approach, and he would have seen the flashing red lights announcing an intruder if he had been awake, but he was caught within the blackened dreams of one completely exhausted.

The muffled sound of the shiny chikorita’s advance gradually got louder as he explored only the beginning of the vast cave system. With each passing moment, the noise behind Havard escalated. The voice echoed eerily in Havard’s mind. “Haaavaaard...” Large, bloodshot, violet eyes shot open.

Hazan now stood at the mouth of a huge cavern. His flashlight revealed stalactites far above his head, and the walls were equally distant on either side. “Wo-ow,” he hissed with awe. “This place is incredible.” More amazing still were the rows of book shelves and the soft glow of artificial lighting at the far end. Beyond these, Hazan could barely see anything around him. But he was now certain that this must be Havard’s cave, and he was ecstatic.

“HUMAN.” The voice that oozed from the darkness was full of urgency and cracked from disuse. Had Havard ever used his voice?

“What? No, I’m--" Forcibly cut off by some unseen power, the shiny chikorita child found himself completely paralyzed. He struggled to move, to speak, anything and managed only to shake and grunt breathlessly.

Havard had slept perhaps half an hour all night, working until exhaustion overcame him at his desk. Desperately he had worked day after day, night after night, searching for the key to his recent transformation, living on cat naps alone. Surely it had been a mutation, or worse, a breakdown in his DNA. Perhaps it had been an anomaly introduced from the beginning and his new form, monstrous as it was, had been a side-effect of countless experimentations.

But now, someone had come back for him. Or perhaps a treasure hunter had found his subterranean sanctuary by accident. It mattered not, really, for no matter who it was, they would not stay, and they would never return. He would make sure that this knowledge, of his location, would never be shared. His eyes became a beacon in the darkness.

Hazan continued to fight the grip of Havard’s powerful psychic restraints. Finally, a memory returned to him, that the mewtwo could read projected thoughts. Ha... vard. It’s me.

Realization struck the mewtwo child just as he released a more powerful psychic blast. “Hazan?”

An oddly mint-green light rushed at the shiny chikorita and filled his vision. He had never seen anything like it. He was released from Havard’s invisible grasp too late. His muscles completely relaxed; even though it occurred to him briefly that he should try to protect himself, he could never fight back against his friend. He felt the impact and it engulfed him as it threw him backward. He was unconscious before he hit the ground. His flashlight spun across the floor and it flickered out, dropping a curtain of complete darkness on the cave.

Havard was not one to hurry about anything. He was careful, methodical, and brooding. Today was the first time he had run anywhere in his recallable memory. Then he was kneeling before his unexpected visitor and moaning softly to himself. And in the darkness, twin threads of heat would be the only other things to suggest that he was crying. He reached down and touched the boy’s face. “Hazan, it really is you.”

Even though he knew Hazan was not dead, he could not help but be overcome with grief. It was as if something from his nightmares had come true. He now realized that whatever had happened to him had also happened to his only friend. Whatever progress he had made in his search for the truth about this transformation had probably been in vain. He crumpled, forehead resting on Hazan’s shirt. “Why?”

And why was life so full of bittersweet irony? His home hidden in seclusion had been compromised, and by his only friend of all people. Now he finally could meet him again and Havard had mistaken him for an intruder. And just why was that? Because he looked like a human! A human! The source of every pain that he had ever suffered was humans. Humans had created him. Humans enslaved pokémon and used them for their own selfish and often frivolous gains. And they did a lot of things just because. Had humans made them both this way? Why!

Havard sighed. He was tired, so unbelievably tired. He gripped Hazan’s shirt tightly, worried that somehow he would awaken only to find that this had all been a dream. “I missed you.” He fell asleep wondering what he would do now. Nothing made sense anymore.

- - -

When Hazan awoke, he was completely blind. His heart fluttered in his chest with fear. Something was on top of him, and as he slowly became aware of the pain he was in, decided that movement for now was out of the question.

While he lay there, he gradually realized that he could see, although quite dimly. The ground beneath him was cold, and whatever was laying on him, specifically, on his chest, was warm. That must mean that he was still in the cave, and on him was--!

He reached up slowly and his fingers felt a mop of soft hair. What color was it? Had he seen black hair, perhaps? Or was it dark purple? Tears fell back, across his temples and into his own wild mop of reddish hair. Finally he had found Havard. For all of his efforts, he had been rewarded with an ungodly amount of pain and an unbelievably wonderful happiness. Had he ever been this happy?

And Havard was sleeping! They had both been sleeping on the floor. He couldn’t help but pretend for just a moment that they had gone out camping together. He shook with silent laughter. Oh, that hurts.

Havard stirred. Where was he? What was he gripping so tightly? His fingers released their hold on... fabric?

Then he remembered. With a soft but audible intake of breath, he sat up again and rubbed his head. He felt dizzy, but rested. “Hazan?”

Hazan realized that his friend couldn’t possibly see him smiling but it was clear in his voice. “It’s me!”

“What happened to you?”

“Well, there was a green light and--"

“No, no.” He turned and gestured in the darkness. Growling softly, he glanced around and concentrated; somewhere across the room a dial turned slowly and the cave began to glow warmly. It was the perfectly suited for reading.

It was the first time either one of them had seen the other in this state. When they had first met they had been pokémon and nothing more. Now they were barely recognizable, but recognition was absolute. “Why do you look like, well, me? Why do you look human?” With the last question he could not help but sound angry and derisive. He could hate humans and even himself but hating Hazan for any reason felt like tearing open a fresh wound.

Hazan sat up, watching Havard all the while. The mewtwo child’s pain was obvious and he was at a loss. “Well, there was this star that fell from the sky,” he began, and memory added to the statement that he had wanted to show it to Havard. “But I fell ill and woke up like I am now.”

Havard looked at him sharply. Something similar had fallen from the sky before him as well. He, too, had fallen asleep. Unlike Hazan, however, he had been slow to realize it. He was accustomed to levitating or flying, and he rarely looked at himself in the mirror. Feeling strange after such an incident had not been surprising, but it had been quite some time before he had discovered the change had taken place. If anything, he had assumed that the change had been gradual.

“Something tells me the same thing happened to you!” Hazan chuckled. He had never seen Havard so humbled. Perhaps he had expected Havard to remain godlike in his eyes forever.

When they rose to their feet, Hazan received another shock. “You got smaller.”

“You got taller!” Havard shot back. “Of course I appear to be smaller to you.” Normally he would have been more indulgent of the shiny chikorita. But now, well, they were the same age. Havard was really unsure how to behave. And he knew that Hazan was right; he was the size of a, well, a human child! Worse, not only was he shorter than he had once been, by human standards he may never be that tall again.

“Do you have any idea how happy I am to have finally found you? It feels like I’ve been looking forever!” Hazan grinned ear to ear. He was quite proud of his accomplishment: if he could find someone like Havard, he could find anyone or anything! More than though, that he had finally met his long lost friend. He would not soon be over this feeling, or so he thought.

Havard’s seclusion and privacy were precious to him. Hazan could appreciate it, even if he couldn’t understand it. And, come to think of it, he had invaded that privacy. Just like that, his elation was effectively crushed. “I, I’m sorry. I’m sure you wanted to keep this place secret. I understand that. But I just had to see you again. I’ll keep your secret, just like last time. I didn’t tell anybody about you.”

The mewtwo child turned away from him wordlessly. His anger and fear, truly, were secondary to everything else. He could not express that. He felt incapable. If he were to speak of it, he was not sure what would fly from his mouth.

Dismayed, Hazan watched Havard disappear into another room. He was as silent as he had ever been as a pokémon, floating from the room. Had Hazan’s selfishness cost him this friendship?

Havard returned a moment later, holding something in his hand. As he approached Hazan, he held out his hand and from his palm levitated something blue and green.

Hazan gasped. He watched as the shell he had dug out of the sand and given to Havard dropped into his yellowy hand. “Is that--"

“I’ve always kept this, from that time long ago.” It sounded more dramatic than he had intended. But showing him the shell also conveyed much more of what he was feeling than he could have expressed in words. “Now that you have found me, what do you plan to do?”

Hazan slowly turned the shell over and over. Could he even say what he wanted to say? Actually, I had been hoping I could stay with you.

“Absolutely not!”

Shocked, the shiny chikorita looked up at Havard. He had not realized that he had been thinking so loudly? He could not help but smirk. He looked down at the shell again. “Well, I’ve been out adventuring for a long time. I left home to do it.” His words held such finality.

Wasn’t it home any longer?

Were they both now alone?

“Hazan.”

When the shiny chikorita looked back at Havard, he was looking elsewhere, wrestling with some thought or other. What it was he could only guess. The mewtwo had always been an enigma to him. And now, it seemed to be even more the case because Hazan could only see himself as terribly selfish. He had betrayed something Havard had felt strongly about. Surely Havard was upset with him, for he was just as self-serving as any human.

“I,” Havard faltered, unable to speak for a moment. He could say that words were new to him. He could say anything he liked that was not the truth. I want you to stay. When you’re not out exploring.

“Ah.”

“Your mouth is hanging open.” Havard was smiling warmly at Hazan. It seemed like a foreign expression, as foreign as his face and everything else human about him. But it was not unpleasant.

“It’s...” Hazan was unable to reply. No, he had never been so happy, but at least now he was certain that the same was true for Havard.