Chapter Two
Chapter Two
Wherein Attempts at Translation Are Made
Coco covered her mouth with a hoof as she yawned, stumbling into her kitchen for some Celestia-blessed coffee. She had her comforter wrapped tightly around herself, and her eyes were open only as much as necessary to make her way through her apartment without hitting anything.
“Umbre?”
“Not now... need coffee...”
Coco stumbled into the kitchen, bumping muzzle first into the ledge of the counter. Right in front of where she kept all of her coffee ingredients. She slowly reached over to the coffee machine, and paused when her hoof nearly knocked over one of her mugs. Blinking rapidly, she frowned as she peeled her eyes open enough to see that it was also full of delicious coffee.
“Wha... but...” Coco’s confusion only grew as she noticed that the coffee pot was still partially full. She turned to her temporary guest. “Did you do this?”
The little cat smirked and coolly polished one of his paws against his chest. Coco couldn’t hold back a smile. However, she frowned again as a thought occurred to her, and glanced more carefully at the counter. She winced at the mess of coffee beans and spilled water sitting all over the counter, although she did notice the moist dish towel hanging over the sink faucet. Glancing at the cat again, he looked somewhat apologetic for the mess and it made Coco roll her eyes.
“I appreciate the gesture, but next time, let me do it,” she said, patting him on the head. Coco smiled at how he shook his head from how his fur was messed up. Sipping the mug of coffee, she nodded appreciatively. It was almost exactly how she liked it, and it wasn’t too hot either. “Alright, well... I have a friend that I’m supposed to be meeting soon, and you might as well come with me. I doubt those strange things I saw yesterday were dreams, if you’re any indication.”
Her new friend nodded, and moved over to sit on the couch while he waited for her to finish getting ready. He was grateful when she gave him a few apple slices to snack on while he waited. Thankfully, it didn’t take Coco very long to make herself sufficiently presentable for the outside world, and soon they were heading out -- until they froze outside of the front door.
“Wow...” Coco couldn’t help but stare and gape at the various creatures walking and flying and crawling all over Manehatten. She turned to her new friend. “What... what are you all, anyway?”
“Umbreon.”
“Is that your name? Umbreon?”
He nodded, “Umbre.”
“Um... is that all you can say?”
Umbreon lowered his ears, “Breee...”
Coco almost panicked with how sad he became at that, and moved to nuzzle him comfortingly. “No, no, it’s alright! I’m, um, I’m sure we can find somepony to translate for you!”
Umbreon nodded, his ears perking up again, seemingly satisfied with Coco’s promise. He looked around him, then back to her, seemingly asking where they were going. Coco smiled and lead the way down the street, her new friend following closely. Coco looked curiously at all of the strange creatures wandering the streets.
“What... what are you all anyway?”
“Umbreon.”
“...you can’t all be called Umbreon, can you?”
Coco noticed the way her companion rolled his eyes, and blushed a little at how silly that sounded. She decided to remain quiet for the remainder of the short walk to her lunch date. Coco couldn’t help but notice the various amounts of creatures hanging around the Starbucks they were meeting at. Considering that there were several guards patrolling the streets, trying to keep control of the more chaotic ones, Coco decided once again to simply enjoy her day with her friend.
It would certainly help to keep her from freaking out like most of the other ponies were. Although having to stand up in front of dozens of ponies with her runway outfits had certainly helped her hone the Art of Suppressed Panic.
“Coco! Over here!”
Coco Pommel smiled as she spied her friend, a pegasus of the same age as her.
The pegasus was a soothing sky blue in color, with a soft golden yellow mane and tail. Her cutie mark, to anypony who didn’t know any better, appeared to be little more than a confusing series of lines to form a single character. The pegasus also had a pair of saddlebags next to her.
Coco trotted over to her, Umbreon following closely. “Hello, Rising Sun.”
Rising Sun stood from her table, and tightly wrapped her hooves around Coco for a moment. When she pulled back, she raised an eyebrow at the black and yellow cat behind her. Rising glanced at her friend. Coco giggled and nodded. A moment later, Rising Sun squealed and hugged the Umbreon tightly.
“Oh he’s so cuuuute!” Grinning widely, Rising held him out at hoof’s length. “Where did you find him?”
Coco giggled at the pleading look on the Umbreon’s face. “Put him down, Rising, I don’t think he likes that.”
“Awww... okay...”
Umbreon sighed happily when he was back on his paws, taking a moment to try and shake the messy fur back into alignment.
Coco smiled at her friend as they sat down. “To answer your question, I found him outside my apartment last night, during that rain storm. He looked utterly miserable, so I brought him in and helped him.”
“You’re such a sweetheart, Coco. Do you have a name for him yet?”
Coco blushed lightly. “Well, uh... no. The only thing I can understand when he speaks is -- “
“Umbreon!”
Rising’s attention snapped to the black and yellow feline that sat on the only spare chair. Coco’s blush deepened a bit.
“Hm... I might be able to help. Let me try something...”
Coco blinked in confusion as her friend dug into her saddlebags, pulling out a small pen and a spare handkerchief. Coco couldn’t help but wince as Rising started to etch some strange character into the handkerchief. Rising noticed her friend’s reaction, and gave her an apologetic smile. Umbreon could only watch, his curiosity peaked at the strange combination of lines that were being drawn into the fabric.
“Sorry, Coco, it was the only thing I had on me that might work.” Rising Sun turned to Umbreon. “Here, hold still, let me put this on you.”
Umbreon looked somewhat apprehensive about it, but he merely fidgeted a bit as Rising Sun tied the handkerchief around his neck. The character she etched was pressed against his throat.
“What’s this supposed to do?” He asked.
Coco jumped in her seat, and Rising clapped her hooves happily. “Yay, it worked!”
Umbreon blinked and tried to stare down at his new accessory. “Uh... what?”
“Oh!” Coco Pommel had to take a few moments to recall her friend’s specialty. “Right! Your runes!”
“Runes?” Umbreon asked, confusion evident on his face.
Rising Sun nods enthusiastically. “Yeah! I studied magical runes abroad for a while. The one I put on that is a translation rune. As long as you wear it, and as long as it makes contact with your skin, it’ll work.”
“Oh, cool!” Umbreon cried, a grin stretching across his face. “Thanks!”
Rising giggled, “You’re welcome! Now, do you have a name?”
“Aromi,” he bowed his head politely. “It’s nice to properly meet you two, miss Rising Sun, miss Coco Pommel.”
Coco blushed, “It’s good to be able understand you, Aromi. Uh, can you tell us about... what you are?”
Aromi looked down at his paws and sighed. “Well... as you figured out, I’m now an Umbreon.”
Rising Sun nodded. Her face showing a big grin at the idea of learning about something new. “What’s an Umbreon?”
Coco held up a hoof, her attention to detail having caught onto something that worried her. “Hold on, Rising. Aromi, what do you mean by you’re ‘now an Umbreon’?”
Aromi shuffled in place for a moment. “It... it means that I used to be human.”
Rising and Coco glanced at each other, before Coco continued. “Um... used to be? What happened?”
Aromi’s ears pinned back against his head. “I... I don’t know. I was with my team, and then I... I guess I passed out or something. Then I woke up and I was here and a Pokemon...”
“Pokemon?” Rising asked. “Is that what all of these... things are?”
Aromi nodded, grateful for the distraction. “Yup. All different kinds. I can tell you about them now that you can understand me.”
Rising tapped her chin for moment, “Well, while I would love that, the ink from that pen isn’t gonna last long on the fabric. Unless Coco here can embroider the exact character onto something better to make it more permanent.”
Coco shrugged. “It shouldn’t be too hard. I can just make a template of it, and then put it onto quite a few outfits.”
Rising gave her friend a questioning look. “Why would you want it on multiple outfits?”
“To sell,” Aromi interjected. When the mares looked at him in confusion, he clarified. “If you were to attach this translation rune to a bunch of different outfits, you could sell it to ponies and Pokemon for them to wear and use. I think you’d make a fortune.”
Coco and Rising looked at each other, blinking in some surprise at the suggestion for a solid minute. Then Rising went ahead and pulled Aromi close, hugging him tightly and making him squeak.
“Aromi, you’re a genius!”
He blushed. “It’s not that special...”
“Hold on, Rising.” Coco said, making her friend pause. “Aromi, you mentioned a team?”
Aromi nodded, his ears pinning against his skull. “Well... I say team... they’re... more of a family to me. I... I really miss them.”
Rising hugged Aromi tighter, “We’ll help you find them.”
“Thank you...”
Coco smiled as Aromi seemed to enjoy being comforted by her friend. She finished her drink, and went to throw away their cups and napkins.
“So, um...” Coco began when she got back to their little table. “Rising, can I use this handkerchief to make the template?”
“Of course.”
“Alright, thank you. I should get going back to get started on it. Could you, um, come with me to make sure I get it right?”
Rising Sun smiled and, after putting Aromi down, hugged her friend. “I’d love to! I haven’t visited your apartment in forever!”
Coco smiled and lead the way, both of the mares talking amongst themselves the entire way. On the way, Aromi froze in his tracks, spotting two very familiar Pokemon.
The two mares paused in their walk and saw the little Umbreon staring at two far-off bipedal Pokemon.
“Is... um, do you recognize them?” Coco asked.
Aromi simply nodded, disbelief clear on his face. Rising rolled her eyes at the way he kept just standing there and staring, so she gently nudged him with her wing. It was enough of a nudge to get him to run for them.
“Blaze! Bezella!” Aromi cried out, grinning from ear to ear.
The two Pokemon stopped and looked at who called for them. One of them appeared to be of avian descent and bearing red, orange, and yellow plumage. The other was green and white, wearing what seemed to be a long, flowing dress and had a red spike in its chest.
“What?” The bird asked, frowning. “How do you know our names?”
Aromi skidded to a halt, blinking in confusion for a moment. Then realization dawned on him and he felt the urge to smack his forehead with a paw. “Oh, right, duh! Not human anymore. It’s me, Aromi!”
Bezella raised an eyebrow and gave the Umbreon a flat, unimpressed glare. “And how do you expect us to believe that you’re our trainer?”
“I’m going to have to agree with Bezella,” Blaze commented, crossing his arms. “Prove that you’re Aromi, and not some kind of... trick from this place with all the weird Ponyta.”
Aromi rolled his eyes and sat down on his haunches. “Blaze. When I first got you as a Torchic from my parents, one of the first things you did was set my bed on fire when you decided to practice your Ember in the middle of my room --” Blaze felt his cheeks burn at that little secret being revealed. It didn’t help that Bezelle had to hold back a laugh -- “ and Bezelle, when you became a Gardevoir, it took you nearly a week to stop broadcasting your, ah, desires --” Bezelle found herself now feeling utterly embarrassed at that reminder -- “and then there was the time that I came across the both of you --”
“OKAY!” Blaze cried, very quickly motioning for Aromi to stop. “Okay! We believe you! Just stop right there!”
Aromi chuckled for a moment... but then he felt tears coming down his cheeks. “It’s... I’m so glad I found you two, and so soon.”
“It’s good to see you again, too, Aromi.” Bezelle agreed as she picked up her trainer, hugging him tightly. “You know, having you this size makes you very easy to hug.”
Aromi chuckled again, and just enjoyed being able to embrace two of his oldest and dearest friends. It took him a few minutes to regain his composure, but when he did, he was set back down, and moved to introduce his Pokemon to his new pony friends.
Aromi could only hope that finding the rest of his team would be just as easy...
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Waiting for more, good job! I really do love pokemon/pony crossovers.
So far....I like this.
A different way of communicating that has absolutely no use for unicorns(take that you over used race!) that makes sense and is easily explained without going into over-explanatory detail.
And speaking of overly explained, your keeping the readers in the dark about the human, keeps it interesting. I hope he will not turn out to be some type of super-samaritin hero, but that all depends on how you write him. Though I do hope that you keep Coco directly involved in the plot itself, a few authors focus too much on the Poke-verse aspects compared to the MLP.
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Nice keep it up and good work mate
5396407 Agreed on all counts.
5291039 Umm.... Are you still using Coco Pommel?
5944293 Yes, sorry, I've just been really busy lately.
5944443 Damn it. Sorry. Thanks!
:)
Darn you! I want more...
Please update please oh please
Update the story I command you to!!!!
I love it!
Great work, keep it up! 
Why is this cancelled?
The cancelation of the story is the reason why 9/11 exists
So anyone going to fill me in on why the story is canceled or is it gust temporary
At this point, it feels like Coco's role could be filled by any character. What does she do that could be useful to your story?