Excellent! I just started reading this quest but as soon as I read the name Florence I also thought that His Rowlet should be named the machine (or that he should get some Steel Types and get a nickname of The Machine).
This thread is 100% on my wavelength so far.
This deserves an Omake:
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The Not-So-Secret Origins of Florence and The Machine
Today was the day, Florence thought to himself as he rolled out of bed, making sure to strip it of its sheets and covers so that his Dad wouldn't have to once he left. It made sense. After all, that was the proper respect between bros, and it wasn't like he'd be using it tonight. Not when he was about to start on his Pokemon journey!
He'd have done the laundry too, but there wasn't time.
Actually, Florence realized looking at his Alarm Clock, there wasn't time for much of anything. Breakfast included!
He ran down stairs, his hands flashing rapidly through the kitchen, as he grabbed the protein from the cupboard. Raising Pokemon was hard work, and you needed to be ripped to do it. Totally jacked. Trekking through the swamps and hills of Sunsola was hard work and only the most swole of trainers could make it to the final trials of Victory Road!
He wasn't there yet of course (not that he'd ever admit that), but that was what the protein was for! It worked for Pokemon after all, and sure it was expensive, but he had money, and he needed those gains!
A little blending later and he had enough protein in his hands to last at least the rest of the day. With enough Carbos, Iron and of course Protein stashed in his pockets to carry him through the rest of the week till he started beating other trainers with his awesome new Pokemon!
He could just see it now! Him and his Partner! A seamless pair beating everyone in their way! Especially his rival! Aura! That definitely wasn't her name of course. It was way more complicated than that, but who had time for complicated names? Aura was a Pokemon thing and Aura was a Pokemon trainer. It was a perfect fit! Besides, whatever her name really was it wasn't as awesome as Aura. Right?
"Off to that nerd Mangrove's?" his dad asked as he rushed towards the door.
"Yeah, dad! Gotta get my partner and beat all the dweebs in this town down to show 'em whose boss before we head out!"
"Right. Show 'em there's a bigger fish. Maybe they'll start focusing on gains like real trainers."
Florence nodded. His dad was a hard man but he was a real bro. He named him Florence so that he'd have the inspiration he needed as a kid to be a real man and pursue gains to stop the bullying. Florence didn't understand as a kid, but now he thought he did.
"I'm gonna beat Aura this time too! She's gotta learn that in a real pokemon battle strategy and tactics don't matter, it's all about your gains!"
His dad nodded. "Knock 'em dead, kid."
Florence grinned back and rushed over to Mangroves nerd hut.
The details of what it looked like weren't important, only the three red and white balls at the end of the building. He made a combee-line right for them.
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Hello there! Allow me to be the first person to welcome you to the far out and ever-tropical Sunsola region! My name is Professor Mangrove. You may recognize me from my work in the field of POKEMON psychology."
"Yeah, yeah old fart. Spare me the speech. I know what a Pokemon is. Just gimme that one! I can tell it's the best!"
"So you want the Grass Type, Rowlet?" the old nerd asked, as if he thought that Florence was some sort of indecisive twerp.
"Yeah! That one! I'm gonna name him The Machine!"
"You do know that's a GRASS TYPE, yes?" Mangrove asked, as if he were stupid. He wasn't stupid. Mangrove just didn't get it.
"He's a fighting machine, old man!" Florence retorted. "You wouldn't get it."
Mangrove snorted in derision. "My album collection would beg to differ."
"You gonna give him to me or not?" Florence asked impatiently.
"Of course. Here's your new starter Pokemon, Rowlet. Which you're naming.... The Machine."
He handed over the ball.
With a cool looking flick of the wrist that Florence would deny to the death having practiced in the mirror for ages the night before if anyone asked him about it, Florence released his partner.
He could feel the unlimited power hiding in its tiny form. The Machine was vicious. He was fearless! He was... wearing a pair of Groucho Marx Glasses?
Huh.
Well, they were probably some super cool Pokemon accessory or something that everyone else knew about. He definitely wasn't going to give the old man the satisfaction of asking him what was up with them. Not if it was gonna make him look like an idiot.
"Hey man. I'm Florence, your trainer, and your new name... is The Machine. Together, we're gonna beat the entire world and show them we're the greatest bros that ever lived!"
Rowlet hooted a mighty hoot of agreement. It was definitely agreement. Probably? Yeah, no. It was definitely agreement. After all, who wouldn't want to go on a totally awesome bromantic adventure together with him? They were gonna win the Pokemon league and inscribe their names into history as the greatest bros of all time!
Florence nodded to himself, a smile growing slowly on his face.
Yes. A new chapter of his life had begun and it was time to flex forward into a brand new era!
With The Machine at his side he would be unstoppable! No,
they would be unstoppable. It was time to write the legend of Florence and the Machine!