Seeing the Destruction. A Likeable Client!
“Um… Tristan?” Totodile spoke for the third time in a row. It was still morning, but as they approached Uproar Forest, it sure didn’t feel like it, “Are you absolutely sure we’re going the right way?”
Tristan gave an irritated look, “Look, Totodile!” he snapped, pulling the map out of the toolbox once again. “The map says we’re headed towards Uproar Forest, okay!? Don’t ask me if this is the right place, I’ve never been here before!”
Team Supernova, with their client Meditite were now making their way into Uproar Forest… or what used to be Uproar Forest. By seeing the faces of his teammates, Tristan could tell that something was terribly wrong. He scanned the area again and thought to himself, “I wonder what this place used to be like?” The landscape was barren. The grass that used to cover the forest floor was now dead. The soil was hard and had begun to crack from the sheer dryness in the region. Dead leaves and dust blew lifelessly in the wind. With very little shade, it was near impossible to escape the heat of the sun, which radiated from a cloudless sky. It was going to be a rough day if this was how the morning felt.
“But that’s impossible!” cried Torchic in disbelief. “This place was a thriving forest. Mushrooms grew all over the place and there was standing water wherever you looked!”
“A THRIVING FOREST!?” Tristan repeated incredulously, “NOT THIS WASTELAND!?”
Totodile gave a troubled look as he thought aloud, “What could have happened here?”
Tristan thought a moment, then replied, “Remember what Beedrill said? He said that the world temperature was on the rise. That it would cause drastic changes in the weather. That must be what’s happening here.”
“Now that you mention it…” Torchic said, thinking back, “I do remember Beedrill saying something like that. At first I thought he was nuts! But it makes sense now.”
Totodile gave a sigh, “I really hate hot and dry weather… Anyway, Meditite. What happened to Tyrogue that caused him to get lost?”
Meditite had been silent up until now. Overall, she was roughly the same height as Totodile, though she did appear taller then everyone there since she was hovering slightly above the ground with her legs crossed. She was mostly blue with the exception of her small white feet, wristbands that were at the end of her arms, what appeared to be a small article of clothing that she wore like shorts and her uniquely shaped head. It looked as if she was wearing a helmet that swirled to point at the top. On either side were her ears, which looked like small swirls. As well, she had small red marks on her cheeks, just under her large eyes. For a Meditite, she seemed quite fragile. She replied with a sassy look on her face, “Tyrogue is, like, my boyfriend’s bratty little step-brother. My boyfriend, like, is on a rescue team, so he, like, asked me to watch out for him for, like, when he was gone. The brat, like, took off on me and, like, got hopelessly lost.”
“… I see…” Tristan answered.
“My boyfriend will kill me if he finds out I, like, lost him,” she finished, “or worse, he might, like, dump me!”
“Ah… right. Well… anyway…” Totodile began, as he changed the topic. “Are you really paying 500 Poke?”
“500 Poke is like, nothing, why, is it, like, not enough?”
“No, no! It’s plenty, it’s plenty!” Totodile dismissed waving his hands. “And where did you hear about us?”
“You guys were, like, the only available team that I’ve heard of on, like, such short notice. I, like, heard two Pokemon talking about a Team Supernova in the Pelliper Post Office, so I like, asked for you when I, like, couldn’t find anyone else. It’s, like, so unstylish to post on the bulletin board.”
“Oh…” Totodile said, put down. “So you chose us not because you wanted us, but because you didn’t have a choice.”
“Yeah, that’s, like, pretty much it.”
“It’s okay, Totodile, come on, it’s okay,” Torchic tried to reassure him, “We have to start somewhere, don’t we? Hey Tristan, help me with Totodile. Tristan? Not you, too! Now what’s the matter!?”
Tristan was a little separated from the rest of the group, cringing from something. He answered feebly, “No… more… likes…” It was obvious that he hadn’t taken a liking to Meditite’s speech.
As Team Supernova progressed deeper into the once-been forest, the conditions grew steadily worse. Hours later they were about five stages into the dungeon. Here it had become so dry, that the soil was beginning to turn to dust. All the surrounding trees were dead, none of them bearing a single leaf. It was an eerie sight to see a once thriving forest, with all the life wrung out of it. Heat could be seen rising from the ground, as the blazing sun beat down upon the team.
“Guys…” Totodile commented weakly. “I don’t feel so cool. This hot and dry weather is getting to me.” He looked exhausted; every step he took was beginning to take more and more of an effort.
Torchic looked at him with concern. “I wish there was something I could do to help,” she said. She motioned to Tristan to give her the toolbox for a while. After receiving it she reached in for an item. “For now, eat some of these berries we bought. They at least have some moisture to keep you hydrated.” She passed a few Oran berries to Totodile who received them gratefully. “You should also avoid using water gun, you would waste valuable water.”
“Hey, we all have to look out for each other, right?”
Totodile gave a small grin, “Yeah, of course.”
Tristan, who had also been trying hard to bear the heat, had been silent, keeping it to himself. He figured since he didn’t have it nearly as bad as Totodile, that he shouldn’t place an extra burden on the team. A subtle movement out of the corner of his eye caught his attention. Something had darted from behind one tree trunk to another. “EVERYONE, STOP!!!” he shouted loudly and suddenly. Doing this would at least cause them to stop to see why he yelled.
Totodile looked up startled from Tristan’s sudden shout. “What’s up, Tristan?” he asked, “Is something wrong?”
Quietly, he whispered to everyone, “Don’t move a muscle.”
Everyone froze. Tristan scanned between the trees, trying to find the cause of the suspicious movement. All he could see, though, were the bare trees and dusty ground. A breeze came through, blowing dust into his eyes, making him squint. Breaking the silence, Meditite was the first to speak. “OK, its, like, totally obvious that there is, like, nothing here. So can we, like, get a move on so we can like find Tyrogue? I don’t, like, want to spend, like, all night here.” With that, Meditite continued on.
“GOTCHA!!!!!” yelled Tristan spinning to face Meditite. He grabbed for one of his Gravlerock and whipped it directly towards her.
“EEEEEEK!!!” she cried, dropping to the ground, trying to cover her head with her hands fractions of a second before the projectile shot past her. Even then it was close enough for her to feel the displaced air from it. A moment later she stood up, trying to recover from the shock of being attacked by her own employee. “The nerve!” she thought. She screamed in a high-pitched voice, “LIKE, WHAT’S YOUR PROBLEM!!! WHY DID YOU, LIKE, ATTACK ME, YOUR CLIENT!?”
Tristan turned away and continued to walk down the path, tossing what remained of his rock a couple times. “I did it to protect our client,” he answered calmly.
“Err… what?” she asked, confused as she turned around. “EEEEEEK!!! W… w… when did that get there!?”
Behind her was a wild Venonat, lying unconscious on the ground. It had a round body covered in purple fur, with a pair of clodhopper feet and stubby forepaws. It also had a pincer-like mouth, red compound eyes and long white antenna. “Wow,” commented Totodile, amazed, “You knocked it out in one hit!”
“Yeah, well,” shrugged Tristan, “It was nothing. You probably could’ve done it.”
Meditite scowled at Tristan, her hands on her hips. She was the only one who was upset. “You could have, like, told me there was a Pokemon behind me!” she complained. “I mean, what would have happened if I, like, hadn’t ducked!?”
“Sorry,” Tristan apologized waving it off. He wasn’t actually sorry though; in fact he was a little satisfied. All those likes were getting annoying and he just had to do something to shut her up, “There wasn’t enough time to tell you. And I knew you would have ducked in time.”
Meditite shuddered. With that accuracy and force, had it hit her frail body, that would have been it for her. She crossed her arms and bitterly turned her head away.
The team was about to depart when they heard a feeble voice from behind. “… water…” The team turned to see that the Venonat was back on its feet. It was in rough shape, even without the Gravlerock from Tristan. “…water…”
“What’s that?” Totodile asked, “You want water?”
“I’m really sorry,” Torchic apologized, “But we don’t have any water either.” She turned to the rest of her team, “Who was the idiot who didn’t pack water!?”
“We’ve never needed it before!” Totodile replied defensively, “How was I supposed to–”
“No,” answered Torchic, more sternly this time, “We don’t have any!”
“WATER!!!” The wild Venonat clearly didn’t seem to get the message. Instead it began staggering towards the team and their client.
Tristan looked back at the approaching Venonat. “Hey guys,” he said nervously, “I think there’s something really wrong with that Venonat… It’s not acting right.”
“What do you mean!?” Totodile asked becoming worried.
Before Tristan could respond, the wild Venonat shouted at the top of its lungs, “WATER!!!!!” It charged towards Tristan, diving headlong with a tackle attack. Tristan sidestepped mere seconds before it would’ve hit, causing the Venonat to soar past him, to make a rough landing to the dusty ground.
“We have no water!” Totodile called, trying to make the Venonat understand.
“It’s no use,” Tristan told him, “Your words aren’t reaching it! I doubt it even knows what its doing!”
“It’s the weather…” Torchic said, looking at the surrounding landscape, “The lack of water is driving the Pokemon to insanity! How are we supposed to help them!?”
“We can’t help them now,” Totodile answered, “All we can do now is try to find out what’s happening, and try to fix the entire problem. No doubt there are similar things happening in other places.”
“Like, what are you waiting for!?” Meditite shrieked, as the Venonat fixed its gaze on her, “Just, like, finish it off! Hurry!!”
Heeding her client’s orders, Torchic went at a running speed toward the out-of-control creature, diving in with a powerful and super-effective peck attack. The Venonat was again knocked back, this time sending it tumbling and rolling along the ground until it came to a stop near the edge of the clearing, unconscious.
“Let’s move out before it wakes again,” mentioned Tristan, and with that, the team departed hastily from the clearing.
The search for Tyrogue continued as the team went deeper and deeper into the dried out forest. Though, the farther into the center of the forest they went, the drier and dustier the forest became. It was early afternoon and what seemed to be about eight stages into the forest. The bare parched branches of the trees seemed to be trying to reach to the sky as if hoping for the slightest drop of rain, but the merciless sky would give no such luxury. All the ground was dust now, and with no grass to hold it down it was picked up easily by the wind, making travel difficult. The forest was literally turning into a desert. The trees, though there were no leaves, were spaced so close together that made it difficult to see very far. It was beginning to be hard to walk on the heated ground. The only one among the team members who was unaffected by all this was Torchic, who was thanking her lucky stars for being a fire Pokemon.
“Can’t… you guys… like… find Tyrogue a little, like… faster?” complained Meditite, wobbling as she levitated along. “I mean… I, like, don’t think I’m, like… getting my, like… 500 poke worth…”
“We’re… we’re… we’re trying as hard as we… can,” gasped Totodile, who was suffering the most. Being a water Pokemon, he was having the hardest time of all. The heat, the dry air and the dust were all weighing heavily down on him.
“Don’t… waste your energy Totodile,” Tristan said, “just focus on walking… and eating the berries we gave you.”
“H… hey…” Meditite mentioned, pointing out between the trees, “like… look over there… I, like… think I see… water… I’m going.”
Torchic looked to where Meditite pointed. “It’s just a mirage,” she said, disappointed, “just keep going.” After that they didn’t hear any more from Meditite, and they continued to walk until they reached the next clearing. Again, the clearing turned out to be the same as all the others. Dusty, dry and hot, the team felt they would go insane if they stayed much longer. What the team wouldn’t give for a little shade. If Tristan could, he would’ve hollered out in frustration.
“Is everyone alright?” asked Torchic turning around.
“I’m… fine,” Totodile managed to speak, even though he wasn’t fine at all.
“Same… here,” joined Tristan.
A silence followed.
“Torchic?” Totodile asked, confused, “what’s wrong?”
On Torchic’s face, was an expression that troubled Tristan. It was as if she didn’t want to believe what she was seeing, yet was seeing exactly what she didn’t to want believe. Panic stricken, she managed to speak, “Our… our… our client… our client… she’s… SHE’S MISSING!!!!!”
“WHAT!?” shouted Totodile and Tristan together, turning around frantically to where Meditite should have been.
“She was with us a minute ago!” cried Tristan.
“Where could she have gone,” joined Totodile “What’re we gonna do now!?”
“Uh…” answered Torchic with a very grim look on her face, “that’s not all we have to worry about…”
The empty clearing was empty no longer. Surrounding them, were teams and teams of Seedot and Nuzleaf. Seedot were Pokemon that resembled acorns with small feet. The Nuzleafs had brown skin and looked more human-like, with what resembled armour covering their waists and thighs. They wore masks that covered around their eyes and their pointy noses. Protruding from the tops of their circular heads were leaves, which in this weather were wilted and dry like all the other leaves. They all stared at the Team through bloodshot eyes. Their feeble, yet desperate voices chanted the same thing, “…water…” “water!” “…water,” “WATER!” “…water!” “WAAAATEEEER!!!!!”
“I… I’ve heard… of this kind of situation before…” Totodile struggled to say.
“Yeah… what is it,” asked Tristan, almost not wanting to know the answer.
Torchic answered, “They call it… a monster house!”
To be continued…