I should stop dorking about Mogi because I'm never going to play him
ggggggg why do I write these random abstract things when I'm supposed to be working on my semester project which is due on Friday aaaaaaaahhhhhh
I'M WRITING FALL AND WINTER I SWEAR
It was, he supposed, some roundabout lesson. Because Mogi was never straightforward about anything - his mind strolled along at a leisurely pace, paused to admire some gem of reason along the path, meandered outward and detoured through forests of metaphor and analogy, and ended up at its destination some hours later than it should. Even his emotions were difficult to read: many-layered, they eluded Elliot's psychic power by dividing themselves into many aspects and fragments, and you had to have the mental capacity of a genius or of a Torkoal to piece the puzzle together and come out with an image that pleased the mind's eye.
Elliot hissed as he lunged, narrowly dodging the rippling wave of heat that swept past him like a thundering river.
"Focus," came Mogi's voice, the pitch of a Pokemon in its prime and all the tones of one old with experience. "Strafe, strafe, then deflect. Remember what we talked about, and keep your footing light."
The Kirlia let out a huff of breath, bouncing back on his toes and slipping back into the psychic fog: there was an attack, a river of fire; there was the opening, a space in the wind; there was the opponent, an immovable mountain. Here was Elliot the warrior, the forest silent, listening; and there was the pause!
Mogi grunted, flinched but held fast, laughed weakly. "I felt that one."
"I've been training, sir." Elliot knows that his teacher doesn't like the titles - knows that he'll muster up the closest thing a Torkoal can get to a glare, and that they'll both laugh, and they'll spar again, and for all his efforts the Kirlia will never be able to move Mogi from the spot he has rooted himself to. He is Adamant, after all.
It was some sort of lesson, but Elliot never thought more on the subject. Better to keep the mystery untouchable, immovable, enduring, as it was meant to be.
They learned more that way.