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Now onto the chapter:Chapter 30: The Music Style
It has been a while...................... a long long while................ but it's here!!! yay! I must apologise profusely for this late release and also must say thank you for being understanding and for allowing me the time. Unfortunately it will be the last in a few months, but hopefully the wait will be ok with a lot of stuff packed in this chapter... hopefully not overloading it however. I'm just glad to finally be getting Chapter 30 out. It feels like a long time coming, and withat that it's also great to be saying that we are *drum roll please* 1/4 of the way through the story. Yes that's right. We're nearly there.... ish..... but on a serious note, you guys have been dedicated, probably more so that I have, and I must thank you for being accepting and taking the time out to review and read. Thank you all!!!!
The camera angle panned across the Rustboro shoreline, with the great expanse of water acting as a backdrop to the fine arts of a civilised world. However, the unnatural constructions were left in wreckage and rubble now, reduced to the ground after the horrendous terrors that had choked the city. The images being recorded showed the devastation left behind by Team Sukai. Their depictions were heart wrenching and caused lumps to emerge in the backs of people’s throats, but it was obvious that these pictures had to be broadcast for all those willing to see. People had to know the extent of damage caused and it was their right to find out just what the region of Hoenn was now up against; no-one was going to be able to conceal the sickening horrors.
“And… as you can see by the images on the screen, Rustboro has been left in total chaos and mess, reduced to mere pieces of concrete in some places… Look, here we have a number of citizens braving the streets in clear up operations, and there appears to be the Rustboro Gym leader and her Pokémon, along with a Kanto Gym leader by the looks of things. These images truly capture what occurred here and show the strong willingness and the camaraderie of the citizens that were caught up in these terrorist attacks.”
Sat comfortably in the warmth of the Dewnord Town PokéCentre, the young group of trainers listened to every horrific description that news reporter Kathryn King was reeling of her tongue, as if it was a machine filled with endless sentences of doom and gloom. More pictures continued to flash up on the screen and more words continued to echo out of the speaker system. The more Max saw, the further he reduced himself into the bean bag, slinking into its warm hug. If only he had stayed. That phrase continued to play backwards and forwards across his mind, as if it was some haunting slide show set to trigger some deep emotional cascade. Either way, it was doing that exact thing!
“We’ve had the chance to interview some people about the events over this past week including the plane hijackings that seemed to mark the beginning of Team Sukai’s operations here in Rustboro.”
Max had had enough. It was all too much to keep absorbing. No matter what they said nothing was going to change what had happened, nothing at all. It wouldn’t change the damage to the city, the terror instilled in people and Pokémon alike, nor would it add any satisfaction to all the people kidnapped by these people purely for their malicious experiments. Throughout his short journey thus far, Max had seen too much horror strike the region like a constant barrage of tactics set to destroy the community of Hoenn. It was unspeakable what they had done, tried to do and were doing, and now the news channels were milking it as if it was some celebratory event. He knew that it wasn’t their intention or even so, but with everything he had experienced it oddly felt good to place his blame somewhere.
He turned towards Harriet, expressing his grief through the solemn look assembled on his face. Their moments of struggles had been jointly shared, and this left a mutual understanding and respect which Max could always feed off for support and help. Right now, as more reels of images scrolled across the screen, all he wanted was to rest in some comforting joy.
“What powerful words… It leaves me speechless! But one thing we can all safely reassure ourselves with is the knowledge that Team Sukai have officially gone. There appears to be no real reason for their departure but we are informed that the investigation into the team’s operations has been amped up and we are exporting a report from the local Officer Jenny very soon. We also here that communications are slowly being restored and should be up and running within a few hours time. We’ll bring you more as and when it comes.”
A wave of relief crossed over Max at the news. His previous down heartened attitude had quickly been replaced with an overwhelming sense of joy.
“Yes,” he cried, leaping up from his seat, “That means we’ll be able to speak to Roxanne and Brock in no time!”
The small lights gently flickered in the background of the circular room, hanging on the sides of the musky wooden walls. The electronic monitors were all actively churning out information on the screen. One of these devices was receiving input from a young man who was rapidly typing away at a keyboard, punching in numbers and figures from a sheet of scribbled down notes. His generally greenish coloured hair was littered with bark shavings and mossy foliage yet this hadn’t even risen to his attention because his work had gripped his entire concentration.
“Cassidy,” he said, still lingering his eyes over the pencil marks, “I think we’re just about ready with our report data and findings. It’s time to patch us through to headquarters for our debrief and further assignments.”
The young woman shuffled over to a view screen that was equipped with sound systems and cameras, turning every single system on with one simple push of a button. As the sequencing page appeared on the screen she hesitantly began to input the duos codes ready to connect them into the Rocket’s communication mainframe. With every tap of the screen her nerves continued to build.
“Butch,” she hesitantly spoke, “What are we going to say?” she asked, fiddling with a few more buttons.
“I… I don’t know… but we’ll think of something! Don’t worry…”
He slid over next to Cassidy, gently patting her on the shoulder. They both looked at each other and nodded in unison. Their attention then rested on a shiny spherical object that lay in front of them, sitting at a slanted angle on a metallic plate.
“If we send it, we both know what its future would be!”
Butch reached over to the PokeBall and picked it up from the plate, reducing it to a smaller size by lightly pressing the central circular button. Effortlessly, he then placed it in his back pocket before turning his head to look at Cassidy.
“Well the answer is; we don’t send it!”
“Easy for you to say, your weren’t the one given this assignment as the First. My head’s on the line if we don’t deliver!”
“We’ll think of something, trust me! We will benefit from having it so much more than any other Rocket agent will, so that’s valid reason enough for us not to worry about our decision!” Butch sternly spoke, portraying only an emotionless look at his partner to settle her down. He then immediately proceeded to lean over to the monitor and enter the contact key for Giovanni’s office. He hoped that his confident sounding pep talk would be enough to lift his optimism as well; now there was no turning back.
Expanding lines began to trace across the screen as the connection was made. The multicoloured pixels then merged into one great image before splitting to reveal the calm and collected features of a young woman, dressed head to toe in a scarlet coloured robe. She finished jotting something down with her elaborately decorated pen and bunched the papers together in a neat pile before placing them back into a drawer. Until this point she had yet made eye contact with the camera or acknowledged the presence of Butch and Cassidy, but she finally looked away from the set of drawers attached to her desk and stared directly at the duo. Her fixation felt rather cold.
“Yes, what news do you bring for Giovanni?” she monotonously stated.
“We’re here to inform him of our operations in Hoenn and to deliver an update on the Team Sukai situation, Sir!” Cassidy briskly responded.
“I expect that you also have news on the Pokémon acquirement as well?”
“It’s only for Giovanni’s ears, Sir,” Butch interrupted.
“Very well, as you wish… but don’t grovel to me for better missions other than the refurbishing of the storage rooms you’re bound to be assigned when he demotes you for not delivering the goods on time!”
Butch and Cassidy didn’t respond. They stayed motionless with a complexion of respect etched into their faces. The woman stared back at them for only a few mere more seconds before she sighed and, seemingly with little excitement, hit a large button on the edge of her computer monitor. On Butch and Cassidy’s end, the screen abruptly blackened before returning with colour and the outline of a shadowy figure.
“What news do you bring?” the voice whispered.
“We have news on the Team Sukai operation, Sir; by the time we had mobilised agents and landed they…”
“Yes I know, they had gone, what else is new?” the figure sighed, interrupting Butch with his comments as he lent forward into the light, “The spy agents from Section 3 that you mobilised in the organisation have already given me the update I need: the reasoning’s behind Team Sukai abandoning Rustboro, what they’re looking for, what their goals are! I know it all!”
“Sorry Sir, we weren’t aware…”
“No, no you weren’t…” He paused momentarily, leaning back into his tall black chair, “And if you want to stay in the loop you’ll deliver the required Pokémon I asked for!”
“About that Sir,” Butch said, ushering Cassidy to stay quiet with the subtle flapping of his hand, “Unfortunately our run in with Team Sukai was less profitable than we had hoped!”
“What? What are you talking about?” he rather aggressively asked, slamming his hands against his desk and thrusting his body in to assert his power, “I heard nothing about any engagement with Team Sukai! They left as you arrived!”
“Ah. Well it seems someone has neglected to inform you that Cassidy and I took our own transport to Rustboro and arrived before the boarding parties. As we landed we were ambushed and attacked by some unknown mem…”
“No!” Giovanni shouted, whisking his arm across his desk, knocking a load of files and objects all over the floor, , “I had heard reports about the Heads of Team Sukai as they’re called within the organisation, but none of our agents had even caught a glimpse of them. I assumed they were just a rumour started by the leader to hold his troops awe, but never did I expect to actually find them. Everything pointed to their existence being a bunch of lies!” He finished his statement and folded his arms, turning his back to the camera, “Very well,” he reluctantly sighed, “I guess we’re going to have to alter our plans then, anyway, proceed with your explanation!”
“Well unfortunately the PokeBall ended up in their hands Sir, there was nothing we could do about it.”
“It appears not, but it’s to be expected if you had to face the likes of the Heads. Very well, as much as I hate to hear that, the Pokémon was expendable, we can get another one. I’ll assign the mission to some of our agents in Johto; they can catch a native specimen for us. In the meantime, continue to gather all the data you can on Sukai.”
“Good!” Giovanni responded, now gently sitting back down into his chair, “And one last thing as thanks for your information. Team Sukai are looking for a particular object, a pendant to be exact, purple and oval shaped. They believed it to be in Rustboro but obviously it appears their calculations were wrong, so we’ve now got an opportunity to find it first! If you happen to hear anything about it contact me right away, for the time being send agents out to look for this pendant, get them searching for amulets too, you never know what it may have been labelled as!” He swivelled his chair around to gaze at a metallic segment of his wall that displayed a gigantic collection of data all merged together, “I’ll get new assignments to you within the hour!”
Giovanni then slammed his fist against a touch screen inbuilt in his desk. Communications were cut short before Butch or Cassidy could say another word that may have potentially knocked another nail into their demotion caskets. They inhaled quickly and let out a long gasp of relief.
“I don’t know how Butch, but you did it! You created a believably bogus story and he bought it!”
Cassidy clasped her hands together in relief, leaning back on her knees as she let the calmness wash over her. The duo fell into silence with the room’s atmosphere changing accordingly. Small grins appeared on their faces.
Max slammed his fist against the PokéCom monitor that was displaying only wavy black and white lines on the screen. In the top right corner, a small flashing box kept repeating the same words ‘No Connection’. Frustration continued to build inside the young trainer, the recurrent sign irritating him every single time it popped up on the screen. Harriet and Jimmy stood behind him, watching his shoulders shake at the frequent annoyance that was rattling his core. Harriet stepped forward and gently placed her hands on his torso, trying to guide him away from the machine.
“Come on now Max, there’s no point in frustrating yourself. What’s that going to get you?”
“But…” He simply sighed in disappointment, lowering his head and allowing his body to just flow and follow Harriet’s direction. They reached a row of lowered chairs fitted with padding to add comfort when someone slotted into the seat. Harriet placed Max down in one and sat on his left side while Jimmy sat on the other, his soft, caring face peering at Max.
“Hey mate,” Jimmy spoke, “Look, we’ll hear more when the news reports are released. We heard Kathryn King earlier and she say’s things are greatly improving, so there’s no need to feel hopeless right now!”
“I know, Jimmy, but I guess I just thought that I’d be able to speak to them by now,” he quietly said, staring at his twiddling thumbs on his lap. He then turned and looked at his two friends, thanking them with a graceful smile, “Don’t worry about me, I suppose I’m not that relaxed at the moment.”
As if on cue, they all laughed in reflection of Max’s comments, particularly Max who appeared to find his own words rather infectiously humorous. Harriet looked at him; she was filled with an odd joy. If she could’ve awarded anyone with the ‘most obvious statement in the world’ trophy, then it certainly would’ve been Max for his last statement.
Breaking the laughter, Max continued, “I’m probably not the best person to be around in this mood! Why don’t you two go off and do something? I’ll stay here and try and relax!”
Jimmy’s face expressed a caring attitude, mustering a slight smile to show his understanding. He then looked up at Harriet and their eyes met. His one single look expressed an entire conversation which Harriet reflected with a plain nod. Jimmy then turned back to Max and smiled, withdrawing from his pocket three small, rectangular pieces of paper.
“Well Max, you may not feel like you’re good company but Harriet and I have thought ahead. We wanted to do something to cheer you up and yesterday we heard about a Pokémon Concert that’s in town. Because of Harriet’s win yesterday in the Contest, she was able to get three tickets for us and we thought that it’d be a nice thing for us to do together and pass the time with! And it’s likely that when we get back we’ll have more news on the communication issue and maybe more reports from Officer Jenny. So, what do you say?”
Jimmy handed his friend the three tickets for him to inspect. Max picked one of the slips up and began reading the small blurb that was printed across the multicoloured background with numerous shapes and swirls almost randomly thrown together on top. His face began to also display a sense of joy; his lips curling at both ends.
“Thanks you guys. I… I don’t know what to say!”
“Just say yes,” Jimmy joked.
“All we want is to go have some fun with you Max,” Harriet interjected, placing her arm around the adolescent trainer, “And this will be a good place for us all to relax and let our hair down, so come on, go upstairs and get ready and we’ll meet you down here in ten minutes.”
Max gave the pair one last warming smile, nodding in his satisfaction at their expression of love and kindness. He flung his arms round Harriet in a tight grip, squeezing her with his appreciation. Then, without hesitating or wasting any time at all, he bolted from his seat and scurried through a hallway that branched from the eastern side of the main foyer lacking even one glance back. He zipped left almost immediately as if about to collide with a wall, but instead he disappeared from sight and his footsteps were the echoing remains of his excitement. Harriet slightly chuckled, pondering the intricacies of Max’s personality; how he could bounce from one extreme to the next! At least this would take his mind off the Rustboro predicament for a few hours, she thought, and thus give her a break for her own worrying too.
The noise of the crowds carried into the heights of the stands, rising with the tiers of cramped people eagerly awaiting the performance. For the young group it felt exactly the same as when the contest was in action, the same hall, same stage and same noise levels! The whole arena was packed out and the excitement had become contagious.
The lights in the open room had been dimmed to an incredibly low level, and the blacked out windows retained the darkness. Only small silhouettes were visible on the dried stage and to Max it seemed as if they were aimlessly walking about without a perpetual purpose.
“So, when’s this meant to start,” he asked Jimmy, turning his attention away from the shuffling below.
“It said that it would start on the hour, but that was five minutes ago. I guess they’re just running late though; they’ll be on soon!”
“I hope so,” Harriet responded, “‘cos I’m getting hungry and I want those lovely hot dogs you get at events like these! Where are those vendors?”
Harriet’s wale’s caused a number of spectators around them to turn and stare, but the group just laughed it off. Luckily for Harriet, the stadium presently was darkened so no-one could see her reddened face, deepening in colour with her embarrassment. She shrugged off the attention and returned her gaze to the dimly lit stage.
The speakers gently crackled as a voice system was connected into the output, “And now ladies and gentlemen,” a mysterious voice spoke, “Please put your hands together for tonight’s first band, ‘The Fire Fighters’ here to perform their set of water music!”
The lights all around the arena abruptly brightened; their spotlights centring on one point. The illuminated beams strung across the hall onto one direct point, beginning to spiral in unison around the pivotal section. The dancing glows were alluring, and the crowds fell susceptive to this. Their eyes focused on the patterns leaving five shadowed figures to slip between the curtains hung over the arena archways.
A loud screech echoed off the metallic lined walls causing the beam spotlights to immediately brighten the entire room. As they did so, a plethora of large bubbles became unveiled that were almost touching the low lies of the crowd. The outer skin of each was clearly vibrating.
“Listen. Can you hear that?” Max asked, leaning in close to Harriet, “That’s coming from the bubbles!”
Harriet squinted, initially confused until she also came to the same conclusion. The bubbles harmonic resonance was creating a subtle undertone that was gently changing in pitch according to their respective heights. The higher they rose, the higher the tone, and the Pokémon seemed very capable of producing the large ripples of water at the exact height.
“You’re so right Max! Wow, that’s wicked. I wonder what else they can do.”
They were eagerly anticipating more to come, noticing a Squirtle and Psyduck veer towards the centre of the arena floor. The two Pokémon began charging at one another before they opened their gaping mouths letting torrents of water burst forth. The second the two streams impacted, the duo were held in their spot, unable to move any further forward due to the resistance created by the Water Guns. The continual impact, however, began to add a rather heavy thump into the previous quiet waves of sound as ripples of larger gulps soared out of both Pokémon’s mouths. The piece of music was now slowly forming layer by layer.
“This is absolutely amazing!” Jimmy said, boasting a huge grin on his face, “How they do it I don’t know! They have to get everything perfect and correctly placed to produce the noises.”
“Practice makes perfect,” Harriet added.
“Yes, well… Still, it’s very impressive and I can only imagine what else we’re about to see!”
“I wouldn’t be surprised if they’re able to create sounds similar to musical instruments we have,” Max said, “I wonder whether this stuff sells on the music market?”
Harriet jovially smirked at Max for his response, giving him a slight tap on the back as a sort of big up to his statement. She then turned back around to see a Mudkip encased within one of the floating bubbles. Out of its mouth, small streams of water spurted against the barrier and on each impact a synthetic sound was created resembling the usual sounds of a Keyboard. Depending on its position, again, changed the key.
Harriet chuckled to herself, “This is honestly so inspiring! There’s so much we can learn from this, so many Contest moves I can do! We so have to try it!”
“Well I’d certainly be up for it, considering I need some new ideas for my appeals.”
“Alrighty then, tomorrow morning, let’s set it! Take as much inspiration as you need from this Jimmy as we’re going full out tomorrow morning!” Harriet eagerly said, turning to Max, “Can you judge it for us?”
“In actual fact I was thinking something far from it. You both need practice in double battles for contests right, well how about I hitch up on one of your teams and give it a go myself. I’m sure I can take a lot from this as well for my own battles!”
“Sounds like a plan.”
The dawn light had only been shining for a mere few minutes before a hub of life began to erupt inside the group’s bedroom. A bubble of noise was faintly noticeable through the thick plastered walls that separated each bedroom. The bathroom was whirring a cocktail of sounds too, a loud dryer that was whizzing away over Harriet’s damp hair, a trickle of water still dripping from the recently used tap, and a shower that was warming up ready for Max to use. Each young person was raring to go!
Harriet marched out of the bathroom and signalled over to Max with a nod of her head, causing her slightly curled hair to gently bob.
“It’s all ready for you to use Max.”
“Cheers Harriet,” he said while collecting his towel and shampoo from his bed, “See you guys in a few minutes!”
Harriet smiled back and returned to her own collection of things, sorting each item out in rank of relevance and need. She tucked her bath products in a neat side pocket of her bag and zipped all its contents up. Turning around, she clasped two PokeBalls in her palm and clamped it shut before looking over at Jimmy with a generous grin on her face. The excitement pumped round her body.
“I’m so excited to give all this a go in a real battle!” she said.
“And you’re not the only one! After all our practice yesterday afternoon I’m so hyped, it’s going to be such a good learning curve for our appeals and also our battles. The way Max is using it can also be incorporated as a defence into our own battles and damage the opponent’s points. This has real potential to be a winning combo!”
Jimmy hoped off his bed and headed towards the large mirror hung over a dresser in the PokéCentre room. He nonchalantly began fine tuning his hair while Harriet continued.
“You’re so right! There’s so much that we can take away from this, no matter the outcome.”
“So now all we have to do is wait…”
Harriet let her words trail off as the bathroom door spat open and a rather drenched Max wandered through while rubbing the towel through his hair. He looked at Harriet and grinned, throwing the towel away and grabbing his usual t-shirt from a heap on the floor. He pulled it over his head and gave his hair one quick run through with his fingers.
“Well I’m all ready to roll now! Breakfast can wait, I’m eager for our battle!” Max said.
“Alright then, let’s get this started!”
The line of trees scattered the horizon in front of them, popping up in pockets of concentrated heaps along the water, relative to the locations of small and isolated islands. Harriet had, clasped in her hands, two PokéBalls that glistened in the rising sun light. Her eyes twinkled in awe as she gazed out across the ocean’s surface; and the numerous little islands, some surrounded by larger, populated land masses, captured her attention as she could see a great quantity of Pokémon skimming between them. Her desire to catch another Pokémon was becoming more and more intoxicating.
“Harriet, snap out of it. We’re ready now!”
Harriet spun round, rather bewildered by Max’s sudden yell. Her thoughts rushed together and the cogs of her mind actively rotated once again.
“Oh, sorry about that, but isn’t it just wonderful?” She gestured behind her at the rolling waves of the sea and the beautiful reflection of the dancing light skating across the surface, “This, I guess, is what we miss when we’re in such a rush… But anyway,” she snapped back to and forced an intensive glare at Max, “I’m ready!”
“Alright then, how about I join your team then and we hitch up against Jimmy? Sound good?”
“Certainly! I’m up for it if Jimmy is!
“Count me in!” He eagerly said, clasping his hands together in excitement, “Well I’m going to get the ball rolling then and call out my two!”
He flung his bag down against the ground and rummaged through the top compartment for only a few seconds before he withdrew two small circular objects.
“Ok then, Geodude and Beedrill come on out!”
The two balls spun through the air towards Max and Harriet, who by definition had now chosen their marker point for the battle. They seemed eager and ready, just waiting for the amalgamation of white energy to meld together and form the two opposing creatures.
A rugged rock bodied Pokémon appeared only moments before a buzzing striped Pokémon; the pair were effortlessly floating in mid air.
“Well then, you’ve seen my two so it’s now up to you to choose!”
“Ok!” Max turned to Harriet and gave her a convincing wink, “I’ll choose first I think, Budew let’s go!”
“I’m not far behind you, Chikorita go!”
The two balls almost instantaneously burst open releasing the spiral of energy. Soon the two Pokémon stood side by side facing up the opposition. A big glimmer of hope flashed across their faces, likewise on their trainer’s as well. They had a definite type advantage when it came to Geodude, and both Max and Harriet, and, Chikorita and Budew knew they were capable of formulating some way to tackle Beedrill.
“Alright Jimmy, you can go first and get the ball rolling!” Max shouted with pure anticipation.
“Ok then, let’s start things off with a bang! We’re going to jump right in there guys. Geodude begin with Rock Throw but withhold your power and just let it grow inside you, the same goes for you Beedrill, store up your Poison Jab, let’s see what this can do!”
His two Pokémon responded effectively, gathering energy inside their respective bodies and creating an inviting glow. Max was impressed with the marvel that these two were forming, it was impressive to see an expansion of energy, and yet niggling away in his mind was its purpose, its strategic value within a battle. Could it hold? Would it be suitable? Only time would tell.
“Alright, Budew, let’s jump in on the act, we’re used to this sort of thing with Water Sport so try it again but this time hold it a little longer, we’ll see whether that makes any difference at all!”
Harriet listened to her friends call their own commands, interested to see the effects from the Pokémon’s work, but now it was her turn and she didn’t want to lag behind in the battle. Somehow she had to turn what could be a wave of havoc into something beautiful and alluring that would aid her own points in a Contest battle. This would be a tricky feat.
“Chikorita, let’s do the same thing, but try out your Leech Seed!”
Jimmy’s stance slowly began to change as he saw both grass types begin to enact upon their commands. He nervously clicked his fingers as a way to try and help him collate his thoughts for his next move.
His agitations weren’t a surprise at all, however. He had feared that the two would bring out their grass types and he felt it was a just worry. He had seen what ferocious power a charged grass move could do before, and with something untested such as Leech Seed, in the process of being formed, about to be unleashed, he feared for his Pokémon.
“We’ve not got time to waste guys. So… Beedrill unleash your Poison Jab now on Chikorita!”
His Beedrill tensed her entire body and raised her bubbling stingers, which were resonating with such a high density mauve colour, above her head. She was just about ready to unleash it when Jimmy quickly interjected another few words.
“Actually Beedrill, let’s try and make it a far distant move. Draw your stingers together and then try and expel the energy instead of using it as a physical attack. See if it works!”
She nodded her head and murmured a few sounds. Then, without hesitation, she clanged her two stingers together ready to cause a rippling stream of something or other. However, to her uttermost surprise, she was sent soaring backwards and crashed into the tender outstretched arms of her trainer, knocking him to the ground. She collapsed on top of him too, looking slightly dazed from the recoil.
Jimmy looked at his Pokémon lovingly and softly giggled.
“I guess we’ll have to work on that one then, but nice try! Are you up for getting back out there?”
She vigorously nodded her head again and muttered her name in a repetitive cycle.
“Ok then, let’s just deliver your normal Poison Jab this time. We have plenty of time to perfect this new type of battling! Meanwhile, Geodude I still want you to give it a shot, so you ready bud?”
Geodude softly grunted in response and targeted his eyes upon his confident target. She was ready to take anything he had to throw at her.
“Well we’re not going to hesitate ourselves. Max you ready?”
“Ok, well Chikorita…”
“… And Budew…”
“Go!” they both cried in unison.
Geodude had already raised both his hands in the air when the command was cried, and his whole body shimmered with a magical clean warmness. Unfortunately, the two grass types were quick and both their attacks leapt across the crispy morning grass. A torrent of water swept across the uncut tops of the foliage, while a rather odd looking Chikorita had extended a giant hollow sphere at Geodude.
The water struck first and toppled Geodude before he was bombarded by the large object that appeared to do nothing except evaporate on impact. He was, however, still slightly taken aback by the attack and hesitantly rose off the ground. He shook his body all over to shake some of the water off him while he tried to stop his head from spinning. It had been an odd mixture but seemed to have some lasting effects.
“Oh no, my word that was weird! Geodude mate, are you ok?”
Jimmy gave his Pokémon an empathetic look as his Pokémon’s eyes were still rolling around a bit from the sheer shock.
Meanwhile, Beedrill, who was momentarily in awe at her opponent’s great show of power, had begun her charge towards Chikorita, causing Harriet to brew panic inside. Her mind had been elsewhere watching the onslaught on Geodude and Chikorita was now defenceless.
“Don’t worry! Budew, jump in and help by trying the same thing again, but this time store your grass energy that you use for Synthesis and Bullet Seed.”
Budew’s small stomach began to glow green as she concentrated the energy in one area. Chikorita glanced over at her team mate as she tried to way up dodging options; she would have to time this right.
Beedrill, though, was too quick for either of them to counter and landed a critical impact to Chikorita’s front, sending her toppling backwards along the ground. She rolled to a halt where she sprawled her body out on the dusty ground, deeply sighing. She quickly wagged her head and leapt up on all paws.
“Good one Chikorita, way to hang in there!” Harriet cried.
Her Pokémon smiled back and trotted back out to Budew, who had by now nearly collected enough energy to give the attack a go, admittedly though, it had been slightly slower than her water energy attack due to her lack of practice.
“Well Budew you might as well go for it. Launch the energy!”
Budew leapt into the air and pushed all the muscles in her body at once, forcing the energy to slip outside of her body in one giant sphere. It shimmered brightly for a few seconds where a few strands of purple and orange shot through it, before the energy blew up mid jump and hurtled the small grass Pokémon straight into the ground.
Max seemed horrified and let out a high yelp, terrified that his thought had backfired.
“Budew, no! Are you ok?”
She popped her head back up again and coiled her two head appendages together again. She mustered a weak smile and clambered to her feet again, eyeing up Beedrill with great respect.
“Well guys, isn’t this heated” Jimmy said, ushering his two Pokémon to his side, “What a lot of hit and misses we’ve had… Although I must say impressive work from Budew there learning Energy Ball like that!”
“What?” Max asked, puzzled by Jimmy’s hypothesis.
“Well yea, that’s what it looked like to me, isn’t that right Budew?” Jimmy said, motioning to the small bud Pokémon. She turned to face her trainer and happily nodded in agreement, excited by her new move. She gave a small little cry and then turned to face Geodude and Beedrill yet again.
“Wow Max, that’s just wonderful! Congratulations Budew,” Harriet said, “But this battle isn’t over yet, and I’m here to win it with this new style, so let’s get back into it! Chikor…”
Harriet abruptly stopped mid sentence as her eyes fixed upon Geodude. Both Max and Jimmy too swivelled their attention onto the rock type as he became encased in a fascinating white energy. His body then began to expand at all corners, most notably were the two protruding features that began to grow from the bottom of his spherical shape.
Within a few seconds the light passed and burst from the Pokémon’s skin, leaving a different looking Pokémon standing in Geodude’s place.
“Well… you were talking action packed, Jimmy, and it looks like there’s another segment added in: a nice little evolution!”
Jimmy energetically smiled and bent down next to Graveler, embracing him tightly.
“Congratulations there Graveler, I suppose that couldn’t have come at a better time really?” Jimmy joked, “Nice to have you evolve. Pleased for you!”
Harriet seemed rather fidgety now and tightened her right fist. She turned to Max who seemed very eager to meet the new arrival and then opened her mouth.
“I’m very pleased for you Jimmy,” she said, “but we’ve still got a battle here, so if you wouldn’t mind?”
“No, not at all,” he delightfully said, standing back up and patting his Graveler one last time,” I think I’d just like to try out a new move now anyway! So Graveler, use Earthquake!”
Graveler began to bounce up and down causing the ground underneath everyone to start violently shaking. A few cracks began to form in the grass, leaving the muddy interior vaguely visible, when suddenly a bright and painful flash of light appeared in the centre of the arena, filling up the entire area that surrounded them, including illuminating the PokéCentre. The stain on their retinas began to subside and they all looked towards where the light had originated. In that place sat a small white bodied Pokémon with a drooping head; its eyes peering from underneath a green helmet that rested on its head as if integrated as part of the Pokémon’s overall physiology.
It looked up at Max and their eyes met.