Author's note
As you have all said numerous times, I suck at the presentation, so I'm gonna try something different. Instead of delivering the entire chapter in it's jumpy mussed-up glory, I'm going to break down the sub chapters in actual sperate posts. This forces me to write to the Serebii minimum of two pages, and focusing solely on that one piece and making it easier for me to go back through. We'll see how this works. Oh, and just in case any of you are tuning in from another country,
Spoiler:- the slap:
A Gibbs slap is reference to NCIS, a tv show I happen to enjoy very much. for a demonstration, click here: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=QqMUuOPsa0o Awe heck, click it anyway, there's some funny ones in here I'd forgotten.
While I had been getting myself lost, back in Johto, a certain young trainer was out behind the lab teaching her Pokemon.
"Good Tally. Now when you clamp down on the gauntlet, try to pull the static electricity from your fur through your mouth." The Herdier barked in agreement, but wasnt exactly sure how Janie expected her to do this. She wrapped her moth around a spongey sleeve though, and began to sink her teeth down. After a moment, Even Janie could feel the heat building in it, though the training cast was far from breathable and it could've just been her arm getting tired. Tally let go, got a drink of water, and barked.
"You wanna try again? I think you're getting it."
'Bark!'
"Alright. That's the spirit!" Once more, Tally's teeth sunk into the spongey cast, it was again beginning to feel warm, and thehairs on her arm began to stand up. Tally growled a bit, and then the first sign of a spark arced between the two of them.
"That's it!"
"Ruff."
"Once more!"
And once more, this time with several larger jolts. "Excellent!"
Tally smiled, then went for more water. Learning new moves was exhausting. Janie stroked her fur and took the cast off, picking up a shield and whistling for Tiny.
"c'mon lazy b-! QUIT EATING THAT! You know Elm likes his roses! Get over here, I wanna practice your Pin Missile again."
Beedrill rolled his head around, finished mucnhing on the petal he had in his mandibles, and flew over as slowly as he could.
"That's a good little bug. Alright, try aiming for the target." She motioned to a red bullseye paitned to the four foot by 3 foot hunk of wood that was now over her arm. He took one half-hearted fire at it, so she prayed him with a squirtbottle. "Again. And this time, I'm not standing still."
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Preffor Elm found his guest out back, dodging about the field from her Beedrill with purple glowing points of energy embedded firmly in the wooden shield. It pleased him to see trainers taking such active, physical roles in training their Pokemon, while still looking out for her own safety.
"Janie, when you've got a minute."
She waved the Beedrill down. "Sure, what's up?"
"Well, frpm what I can tell, the egg you brpough me has gone into a state of shock. It appears to be fine and healthy, but has reset its egg clock to some undetermined point. It's no longer ready to hatch."
"No longer? As in it was before?"
"That would be the case."
"So, what is it?"
"That's part of the trainer's experience to find out."
"Figures. So, you're done then?"
"Absolutely. Though if you'd like to stay for anotyher night, and set out early, I've got the room and would appreciate the company."
"Thanks, I appreciate that. I think I'll take you up on it."
Later that evening, Janie was asking around to see if anyone would spill the beans on what her egg was." a gentleman staying in town told her "It's more a sport we grown-ups like to play on the youngsters. Make them guess, make them squirm." Someone offered her an enormous amount of money, at whcih point she figured it was rare, and hers, so she spat in his beer and took her picture with her.
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By early, Janie and Elm had two completely different ideas. When he awoke at seven a.m., her bed was made, her stuff packed, the egg carefully removed from the lab and placed in its container, and she was gone an hour and a half before.
The hike from New Bark to Cherrygrove wasn't long. It took them all of two days to pull off, following an early start. Janie had let her Pokémon out to walk with her for company. Tally had crisscrossed the path many times, sniffing out new smells. Castform had been quite interested in the egg, and her hair. And Tiny, well, no one was sure what was wrong with him; he was, well, him. The demented Beedrill was fluttering along doing karate moves in the air, like his drill hands were swords. The path was, for being a popular trainer route, largely void of battling at night, which was fine for Janie, she really wasn't up for the matches, she wanted to get somewhere first. The occasional night-watchman Sentret announced her presence to the forest Pokémon, a Pidgey flock circled overhead as the sun dropped, possibly practicing for flights to some place warmer for the coming winter. Hoothoot sang conversations across a vast, clear full-moon night. The trio expeienced one of the richest flights of Butterfree they'd ever seen, even getting a faint glow from the egg. Their stardust prinkledmagically in shades if silvers and golds. The forest was, quite simply, in its prime. No trainering, no battles, just Pokémon going from here to there, and there to somewhere, at whatever pace pleased them.
Their pace got them to Cherrygrove at lunch time the ext day. She checked into the Pokémon Center, a small place but very cozy, had a nice lunch, and opted for a bout of fishing. An overnight in the Center, and then the three day hike to Violet or so. Truthfully, she didn't want to stop at all, but to blow off any new town didn't seem like the right way for a journey, either.
Sadly enough for her. Fishing in Johto was about as productive as fishing in Orre. After a few hours, she huffed and tossed down her rod.
"It's useless. I'll never catch anything."
'Catch it? By offering soggy food?' the Beedrill puzzled. 'Ingenious, I guess, but why didn't you offer me food, instead of using the fleabag over there.' He turned to get out of the sand. Then he wiggled, squirmed, flapped his wings mercilessly, then finally pounded the sand with a Silver Wind to free his stuck tail. A quick glance confirmed his fears; everyone saw it. His dignity broken, he flew up in front of Janie's face, pointed to himself, and then buzzed out over the water.
'They're easier for us to battle, and you to catch, when they're out of the water,' he chided her. 'How do you know what the Pokémon is doing? For all you know, the bait's gone and they're down there laughing there little fishy heads off. Here, watch this.' Tally looked up, curious to see what the Bee was up to, and suspecting a form of trouble she wanted in on. Castform looked up from sunning itself, as well.
Beedrill began poking the water's surface. At first, nothing happened. Then he saw a Goldeen circle.
"Hmm. I s'pose that one will do." He continued teasing at his reflection, feigning curiosity, flitting around a bit. The Goldeen, seeing a free lunch, reared up and made a fast dash to the surface. The Goldeen snapped its jaws shut as it left the water. No meal. Where'd that Beedrill go? At the last second, and fully expecting the attack, Beedrill ducked to the side. Then he whipped up a powerful Silver Wind, drilled the unsuspecting Goldeen in the side, and flung the fish over the shore. She bounced between two trees like a pinball game, before a thud-resonating stop against a third tree.
Beedrill took a bow. He was still bowing to his own self-appreceiation, and unaware his trainer was just gawking at the fact that Tiny was a better trainer than she was.
Joyous sounds pulled both of them to reality. A young girl was exclaiming to everyone and no one in particular, "Look Look! A Goldeen was in the road, and I found it. I found it, and I caught it! I can't wait to show Daddy! He'll be so proud."
Beedrill’s little world shattered, his face momentarily flashed sheer terror, but he quickly convinced himself he was still perfect, and that some underling had flubbed him. He flew up to eye-level with Janie, and stared her in the face. For two whole seconds he gave her the most blank, disappointed face he could muster, making his trainer curious as to what was going through his mind. His forelegs hung limp from his body. Then, without changing his facial expression, he raised his right hand stinger. He held it out from his body at length, made a dramatic pause, and smacked her upside the back of the head, Gibbs style, before selecting a nice flower to drink from.
8.2
World Turns 8.2
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Brr. For a sleeping bag in a tent on a beach, this sure was cold on the morning. It looked to be early morning. Just past sunrise, but only just. Ditto was out of his ball and chirping madly. I looked at him and blinked a few times. Finally, he turned himself into a flashing arrow pointed up at the sky, andthen into a monitor with a green line and a few blips.
Still half-asleep, it took me a moment to piece together a radar screen. Truthfully, the sound of a helicopter touching down was a better tip off.
"That... didn't come from you, did it?" I mumbled, more a statement than a question.
“DITTO, DIT!"
"That's what I figured." I bolted awake, preparing for trouble.
"Well well. Let's see what trainer we can mug this morning."
"Care to bet on the starter, Joe?"
"Well, betting on the aquatic nature of right around here, I'm gonna say Squirtle, or Bulbasaur. Maybe he's in need of a strong defense against fire types."
"Fft." The other replied. He'd gotten out of the chopper, and I could hear their conversation. "If he's out here, I'm betting he's not local. Otherwise he'd know to be looking around the Seafoam Islands for those. Maybe a Hoenn starter, and he's on a trip to Kanto. And if he has his own boat, he ought to be rich. Rich folk like Torchic, maybe a Blaziken by now. Come to think of it, so does Giovanni. Hopefully, it's a Blaziken."
I'd settle for a," His partner was now up to the tent. He bent down, unzipped it.
THWACK
"moot in a mace?" Joe mumbled and cursed and backed out quickly, holding the side of his head. His partner reached in quickly to grab the trainer, only to instead grab something metallic.
It was sharp. U shaped. Did it just giggle? He felt a spring in the back of it.
"OH!" He told himself triumphantly. "It's auh," SNAP! "USRARING TRAP!!!! YOW!! &%^%% ^%%^$ ^%%$#$^ ^%$$&&$# GIGGLING &^%$# URSARING TRAP!!!" He ran out and smashed it against a tree, in too much pain to try the release lever. Smashing it against a tree worked however, giving Ditto enough of a headache to cause him to lose form.
"WHY YOU!" The Rocket grunt screamed, and kicked at the Ditto with all his might. The gelatinous Pokémon was still reeling, but his natural body style absorbed the punt and caused him to instead wrap around the foot, and allowing the kick to continue skyward, knocking the grunt on his back.
Still in my pajamas, I stormed out of the tent and tackled the other Grunt around his waist. Startled, in pain, and unable to defend with one hand, he landed on the ground quickly. I pinned him by sitting on the man while I drew out Galvantula's Pokéball. Ditto blooped off the other when Galvy called out, and soon the two were webbed up nice and tight.
"Actually guys, mine were a pair of Eevee.”
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Ditto clearly wasn't happy. "Look, I'm sorry, but I can't leave a fully fueled seacopter to chase after us with, and you're the only one who can turn them self into a fifty-five gallon drum."
The hazard placard blew me a raspberry.
" I promised you a nice massage, and a good bath. For now, we just have to live with our duties. Rotom, I'm going under for a moment to check on the pictures from yesterday. Please let me know when we hit dock so I can drive us in." The horn beeped happily in response. He loved possessing new things.
Up front, Galvantula was guarding the prisoners like he would've a midnight snack.
"Eevee. It figures." One grunt said.
"Mus me fwom mOwre, his team mate replied. he looked up, about the time the vessel flashed into an orange color. The cabin windows looked down at him like a demented children's cartoon, and a devilish smile spread across the bow. It stayed just long enough to creep out the grunts, who screamed like schoolgirls, before reverting back to a normal boat.
Last edited by Glover; 13th January 2012 at 10:32 PM.
Long ago, existed a simpler time. A time of fun, a time of innocence, when trainers battled for the sake of the battle through their hearts, not through numbers.
If deep in your heart, you yearn for the simpler fights, then contact Feralninja or Dracoburn and stop by the Non Competetive Trainer's hangout. You might even earn a badge or two.
Author's Note: Yes, Chapter 9 is a Janie only thing. Helps time-telling, I hope, and multi=part chapters was too confusing, so I'll just make whole chapters out of what would have been parts.
Fishing proved to be a bust for the new trainer. Dinner at the Center wasn't quite so bad though. A bit on the cheap side perhaps, but it beat school food. The beds though, were plenty soft and warm.
The next morning, feeling well rested and energized, Janie set off for Violet City, at practically a hurried march, like an army trying to maintain composure as they charged a hated enemy. Behind her, he Pokemon slogged doggedly along. Except for Castform, who didn't care what fell from the sky, it could rain pigeons and he'd be fascinated.
Just as soon as he figured out what a pigeon was. Was it anything like a Pidgey? Would it be wet? Or cold? Would they come with a fascinating light show?
Even beedrill's wings were cold. Several times, he tried to retreat back to the warmth of a Pokeball.
"No." His trainer told him. "Morning practice is good for you."
<Morning!> He rolled his multi-faceted eyes. <Morning involves warmth. The Sun. This is damp. This is cold. This is NIGHT!>
<I have to agree with the Wimp.> Tally barked.
<Twilight, actually>, the weathermon told him. <it's fascinating.>
<And how is it exactly that you're so peppy, anyway? Smart creatures, like Beedrill, aren't known to rise before the flowers open. You should take note. And when they do Janie, slow down, I want to ea- ah, smell them.>
Janie took a guess at what her Pokemon were saying. "You guys are worrying too much. C'mon! Let's keep going! Conditioning is good for you!"
<Says the one who can add and remove fur at a moment’s notice. Herdier take weeks to get a proper coat of fur.>
<be glad you have fur...>
And so it went around. Janie did, to their appreciation, stop to enjoy the sunrise and get some water. By ten a.m., they'd battled three Sentret, a Poliwag, four Caterpie, which Beedrill took great pleasure in beating up, and a nest of Spinarak. they'd just sat down,
<FINALLY!> Beedrill interjected,
when a young boy walked up holding a butterfly net. He introduced himself as Don, and insisted on battling a fellow new trainer.
"Couldn't we eat first?" Janie asked.
<Finally! She speaks sense!> Beedrill cheered.
"No, I want the battle first. Then a sweet lunch of victory."
"Ah. So you're just a boy who seeks out bragging rights, than anything else. Probably trakes pride in proving himself the dominant gender, I suppose."
"Yep. Wait, what?"
"Ypu're using Bug types, judging by the net. Am I right?"
"Of course."
Janie sighed. "Beedrill, grab a snack, we'll make this quick."
<If we must.>
Don's first Pokemon was a Caterpie. Beedril grinned an evil grin, forgetting his meal for his favorite past-time, and Janie wished now she'd gone with Herdier. Some day, she was going to have to ask why there was such a rivalry between the Caterpie and Weedle evolutions.
A predicatble Caterpie strategy. He used string shot, hoping to slow his opponent down.
Beedrill, stuck his hand into it. Then he twirled, as one would a spaghetti fork. With the webbing firmly around his hand, he yanked the Caterpie off the ground, and twirled the bug in the air. A quick snap of the wrist, and he cracked the Caterpie off like a bullwhip, splatting him against a rock, while rolling up the rest of the webbing to his hand.
<One down.> Beedrill ticked off his list.
Out came the second Caterpie. Again, the string shot. Don was smart enough to not let the Beedrill get past the webbing on his hands part. Instead, he had the Caterpie dull the points, so he couldn't sting.
So Janie ordered him to punch. He flew in close, collecting string shots as he went. The sticky mess collectied around his hands, and up his arms. It was, actually starting to slog him down.
He took a swing. it missed. He did manage to catch the Caterpie on a follow-through punch though, with the two Pokemon stuck to each other.
<There we go.> Beedrill saw the plan his trainer had. For her faults, she had a good idea for plans, like this one.
Like pounding a helpless Caterpie into the ground like a basketball.
Don gawked. He blinked. Then Janie could have sworn she saw tears.
"You... You... You smashed my Caterpie buddies!! You FLUNG them!! YOU MEANIE!! YOU ROTTEN, EVIL GIRL!!!” He ran off, trying to hide his tears.
Beedrill shrugged. <I thought that's what we were supposed to do to Caterpie.>
Last edited by Glover; 30th January 2012 at 2:09 AM.
Long ago, existed a simpler time. A time of fun, a time of innocence, when trainers battled for the sake of the battle through their hearts, not through numbers.
If deep in your heart, you yearn for the simpler fights, then contact Feralninja or Dracoburn and stop by the Non Competetive Trainer's hangout. You might even earn a badge or two.
Notice:For those of you who are reading this, I'm still writing the story, but am in the process of re-working the posted chapters. So be patient, and please please please please please, I need your input, and specifics. What I see in my head is not what you guys end up with.
Until then, enjoy the Popcorn, our Concession Stand is well stocked, we'll see you after Intermission!
Long ago, existed a simpler time. A time of fun, a time of innocence, when trainers battled for the sake of the battle through their hearts, not through numbers.
If deep in your heart, you yearn for the simpler fights, then contact Feralninja or Dracoburn and stop by the Non Competetive Trainer's hangout. You might even earn a badge or two.
I just read all of it last night. Great ideas, but sometimes a poor presentation. I can tell you have all of these ideas and are just pouring them onto the paper, which, it happens to me too, I begin messing it up. My suggestion, slow down as you write. Make sure the words aren't jumbled up (or the letters in the words for that matter). You'll get most mistakes also by just reading through it a few times or getting someone else to. Also, please make sure you describe the characters, since I'm a blockhead when it comes to the coliseum and XD characters and at some points I was just asking to myself who in the world that new character was or if it was someone already introduced, but that may have been the fatigue talking. Anyway, great story in the plot aspect though!
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Our battle style is as forgotten as the Granbull you traded for a Cacturne that is now rotting in your PC, but like the Granbull, we can be Intimidating! Join the Non-Competitive Trainer's Hangout today!
I just read all of it last night. Great ideas, but sometimes a poor presentation. I can tell you have all of these ideas and are just pouring them onto the paper, which, it happens to me too, I begin messing it up. My suggestion, slow down as you write. Make sure the words aren't jumbled up (or the letters in the words for that matter). You'll get most mistakes also by just reading through it a few times or getting someone else to. Also, please make sure you describe the characters, since I'm a blockhead when it comes to the coliseum and XD characters and at some points I was just asking to myself who in the world that new character was or if it was someone already introduced, but that may have been the fatigue talking. Anyway, great story in the plot aspect though!
No no, I've heard the "Describe the characters" comment several times. The problem being, that I know them too well, and I can't seem to isolate mysaelf from my brain enough to be my own audience, and tell myself what pieces I need to include. As I said in the last post, I've set the brakes for a moment, to develop Glover and see if I can get what's already here spit-shined before I move on. If you'd be willing to take the time and break this down binto individual pieces, so I can pull togteher what is there and what you specifically need, that would hep me a lot. Otherwise, I still appreciate the review.
Long ago, existed a simpler time. A time of fun, a time of innocence, when trainers battled for the sake of the battle through their hearts, not through numbers.
If deep in your heart, you yearn for the simpler fights, then contact Feralninja or Dracoburn and stop by the Non Competetive Trainer's hangout. You might even earn a badge or two.
No no, I've heard the "Describe the characters" comment several times. The problem being, that I know them too well, and I can't seem to isolate mysaelf from my brain enough to be my own audience, and tell myself what pieces I need to include. As I said in the last post, I've set the brakes for a moment, to develop Glover and see if I can get what's already here spit-shined before I move on. If you'd be willing to take the time and break this down binto individual pieces, so I can pull togteher what is there and what you specifically need, that would hep me a lot. Otherwise, I still appreciate the review.
Maybe post a biography on the characters. Tell a short summary of them and their Pokemon with, if they have them, any nicknames. Like mine from Pokemon Professor X could be:
Dave: a guy from Mt. Chimney who is brought in to the hidden abilities theory. His pokemon are:
Speedy/Blaziken
Cuddles/Togekiss
etc.
Just a quick synopsis to give us a clue who these people are. This would save having to rewrite the stuff even more.
I have two Fan Fics. You can find them by clicking the userbar below.
Spoiler:- Fan Fiction:
[Closed!]
[New chapters still being made!]
The Userbars were made by Brutakablaziken and Master2738
Our battle style is as forgotten as the Granbull you traded for a Cacturne that is now rotting in your PC, but like the Granbull, we can be Intimidating! Join the Non-Competitive Trainer's Hangout today!
Psst. Hey guys, just blowing some dust off of here. Chapter 8 Scene 1 has been revised. I hope you enjoy that revision. More of those to come for other sections and other chapters, and then I'll get the show on the road. Remarkably, or not, this came about thanks t ChaosBlizzard's contest and a spontaneous idea I had while at work today.
Long ago, existed a simpler time. A time of fun, a time of innocence, when trainers battled for the sake of the battle through their hearts, not through numbers.
If deep in your heart, you yearn for the simpler fights, then contact Feralninja or Dracoburn and stop by the Non Competetive Trainer's hangout. You might even earn a badge or two.
Hey guys, here it is. After a long and less than productive hiatus on noew chapters, I'm just gonna get the ball rolling again. Enjoy the ride, here's CH10 and CH11 is in the wings. As part of the revitalization, I plan on including Chapter titles from here on out. Like so
That, took too long. I checked my watch, I'd lost six hours in the Vermillion City police department. Who knew League arrests in international waters required that much paperwork, and then we had the prisoner transfer, which I knew to expect at least but was still daunting.
And for all that, they knew nothing. I suspect they know more than they are telling, but it would in fact seem to be that management is playing this close to their chests. These grunts are part of a maritime fleet that showed up to evacuate an op. That's all they knew. There's a very good chance the two goons will be out by the weekend.
I raced along the interstate to Saffron. I'd long since missed the boarding time, but maybe I could catch the Tojoh Central's Auto train and watch it leave. The long, sleek maglev operated only twice a day in each direction, in the morning and the evening. The dual leveled coaches were plush, the dining room nothing short of a classy restaurant, and the trailing cars for the automobiles the safest in the world.
Yes, this motorbike was getting to be too cumbersome. I loved riding, but I couldn't keep having to lug it around.
Just as I pulled off the interstate ramp, an air horn caught my attention. There she was, shining in her pearly white paint with the red and blue trim-work. Heavy train today, the locos were working hard to get up the energy and get out of town. The dining car crew was just placing flowers, no doubt they'd be doing their first seating momentarily. Many passengers lined the picture-window, through the tinting I could barely make out silhouettes.
The shadowing and the sunset on the train took my interest, so I dashed the bike to the shoulder and whipped out a camera for a few grab shots before it slipped under the overpass. The long consist would snake through several communities as it rose above treetops and rooftops and was granted permission to open up the throttle.
Oh, to be on that train.
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The Pokémon Center was fluttering with activity. A local idol was in town again doing a show, starring two Ditto. I acquired a flyer, took it to the play area, and grabbed one of the little foam balls. It cried out when I grabbed it, clearly not expecting to be the one surprised.
“If you’re done trying to spook the others, would this be of any interest to you, seeing your own kind perform?”
The ball glowed and deflated back into a light blue blob being held by one “arm”. It chirped and smiled.
“I thought as much. I’ll let Nurse Joy know to look after the others, we have a show to catch.”
The blob of a Gizmo smiled. He smiled the whole way to the theatre from the back bucket Sunbeam and Moonlight normally rode in, and he smiled the whole way through the ticket line.
He smiled during the transformations, and he clapped is goopy little hands almost off, though only a faint squish was heard. The stars demonstrated remarkable formations of volunteer Pokémon, one of a full size, the other apparently limited in its own stature.
After intermission, they did a few slapstick comedies and skits, some more political in nature and others just out and out funny, each time the human role played by their trainer and a local troupe, and the other characters or gag devices by the Ditto. It was a masterful show, and I grabbed a flyer to take back for Razzle to consider at the Krabby Club back in Gateon. And then they announced an autograph session after the show, and Gizmo was smiling so big I practically had a set of teeth sitting in my lap.
“So I guess you want to go, huh?”
‘Dit!’
Well, alright, but I have a feeling she’ll be a while with you, so we best wait ‘til the end.
He pouted, a large percentage of his face curled over his stomach, but I had a feeling that he wouldn’t mind being last if a Ditto trainer was fawning over him, so I took a spot next to where the velvet rope line started and leaned against the wall, reading a story off my P*DA and wishing the book wasn’t sitting on my night stand, Ditto sitting quietly in my pocket disguised as a poster.
The Actress was obviously tired, and very much sick of the public by this point, and was visibly trying not to look exalted when the last person in line, me, came up. An exhausted turquise hairdo had given up staying in any style and flopped about loosely in front of her face, but she paid only a disgusted, marginal bit of attention to it by blowing it out of her eyes every so often.
“Loved you’re show, you did an awesome job.”
“Thank you.” Was the half-hearted, over used reply. She put a pen to the poster, and then looked up. She could have sworn she heard something giggle, but then she was tired, and maybe it was one of the others who were helping her, so she went to sign again.
No, something giggled. She looked at her purple pen, which looked back at her equally confused, it wasn’t the one who giggled. So a third time, she held the poster in her left hand and went to sign it, looking up at me to see what the heck was going on. I nodded, and when she looked down, there was a little arctic blue friend sitting in her hand.
And as quickly as the pen transformed back, so to had she. Like that, The Copycat, actress and performer was replaced by Duplica, the girl who loved Ditto.
“Oh. My. God. It’s a DITTO! It’s SHINY! THERE’S A FRIGGIN’ SHINY DITTO! IN MY HAND! OH MY GOD!”
“You look as happy to see him as he was you!”
“Happy? To see little ole' me?”
“He’s got a lot of respect for someone who knows the value of Ditto.”
He does? Really? I’ve wanted to see a shiny my whole life, and he wants to see me?”
“That’s about the sum of it.”
“I’ve got to see this! Can I please?”
“Well, you see…” But she’d already scooped Gizmo up with her two Ditto, the chair and the pen, and was marching off toward the stage. Gizmo was all agrin, and I was apparently the only one who saw any problems arising.
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What do you MEAN he doesn’t transform into a Pokémon?” She cried a few minutes later. Ditto had given her a wide run of things: a bicycle, which the back stage crew just loved to see riding around unmanned, a jetpack, a working jukebox, he even did the Pokédex she used to give him a prompt of a Vulpix, but no Vulpix.
I looked down at our feet. The franchise yellow and blue sign done up in neon sat at our feet, trying to look impressive. “That there is I’m afraid the closest you’re going to get to him doing 'Pokémon'. It’s just as I say. Can’t or won’t, but he’s too prideful. He’s done more machines than I’ve ever thought possible, and has even mastered Pokémon moves to drive them.”
“Just great. The one Shiny in the WORLD, the only one I’ll likely ever see, and he won’t do what Ditto are supposed to do! Just my luck, I get the useless, flawed one.”
I recalled Ditto before he finished transforming into whatever it was he was transforming into, but it had the looks of being heavy and possibly pneumatically powered, and quite possibly similar to the construction pile driver I passed on the way through town.
“He’s far from useless. Gotten me out of a few hairy situations. He’s just, different. I admit, after Silph Co. gave him to me I was expecting more as well, and there was that Daycare incident, but I’ll take him for all he is, now. “
“Wait, gave him to you? I’ve lived here all my life, they GAVE him, to YOU?!!”
“Well yeah. Kinda. I was the trainer that was handy. I went in. signed up for a daily raffle, and they told me I had won a free Pokémon and shoved a Premier Ball in my hands.”
“GAH! That’s IT, I’m going down there and protesting until I get my Shiny Ditto!”
“It’s not like that. What I gather, he lived in their basement warehouse. A bit of a prankster, but then he had no one to fear, other than the Voltorb perhaps, so he could be cocky. People would be driving there forklifts along, and it’d suddenly get a wild hair to go off on its own, or the forks would extend out and keep extending, people’s desk flowers would spontaneously spray the vase’s quantity of water on them, he’d even imitate posters and pictures, which is I guess what lead to some fighting, a break-up, and him ultimately feeling bad and turning himself in. One strong trainer later, and it probably helped that I’m from a region several thousand miles away and would therefore take Ditto far away from here, and he was mine.”
“Just like that?”
“Just like that.”
“What’s this “Daycare Incident, if I may? I think I smell a new comedy skit.”
“You do” I stifled a laugh. ”See, I left him in a Daycare in Johto for a while, unaware that he was a Don Casanova with the ladies. I come back, there are twenty-nine trainers ready to pound me into pulp because my Ditto bred with their prized Pokémon, who were now more interested in being motherly than battling.”
“He bred with twenty-nine Pokémon?” Duplica was clearly impressed. “The little pimp.”
“No, he bred with thirty-two, but the other three were ecstatic because they now had shiny Pokémon and kept trying to trade me for him. One thing is for sure, the breeders definitely knew how the eggs got there that week.”
“I can only imagine. That is funny, can I use that for material?”
“Of course, I have no problem. One condition though, you bring the act to Orre sometime.”
“Hmm, I’ve wanted to get to Unova sometime anyway, I could make a stop-off I suppose.” She looked thoughtful. “I’m sorry, I shouldn’t have jumped like that, I of all people should know how diverse and wonderful Ditto are. May I apologize to him?”
“Sure. And since you didn’t get to see him do what you wanted, how about a consolation battle with him?”
Duplica looked at me puzzled. “All I have are my Ditto. I’m afraid we can only do appearances from pictures.”
“That’s fine. You can borrow a copy of one of mine then.”
“Well then, sure, I guess we can do that.” I released my team, and after a good looking-over, Duplica motioned for Mini-Dit to copy Sunbeam. The Espeon purred at the choice, earning a scoff and a light smack with his paw from her Umbreon brother, who was clearly not interested in Sunbeam’s proud strutting. Then they took a seat to the back of the stage.
“You’re move, Madame’.”
“Mini-dit, let’s start with Quick Attack.”
“Slam, Gizmo.”
Duplica blinked. ‘Slam? Ditto can’t learn Slam. What’s he up to?’
Ditto didn’t transform, he simply stretched himself long and thin, grabbing hold of a light bar overhead. Mini-Dit’s full power Quick attack found its mark, but the elastic Gizmo absorbed the hit. He tensed his back, arching with Mini-Dit’s hit.
And then he relaxed, snapping forward between his grasp on the pole and the floor, and a lavender-colored, Espeon-shaped blur shot past Duplica and landed with a thump in the curtains.
Gizmo pulled himself back in but stood taller and more menacingly. “Oh-ho, so that’s what it’s gonna be, huh? Smart. But we won’t be fooled twice.” Mini-dit was back on its borrowed feet now, impressed and ready to go.
“Confusion!” Duplica called.
“You as well Ditto.”
The Ditto trainer couldn’t believe the command. Mini-Dit brought all its mental thoughts together and stared deeply into Gizmo’s mind, but Gizmo had thoughts of his own. His stomach began to literally turn in knots, changing shades of blue just slightly as the swirled into a spiral. Mini-Dit focused more deeply into Ditto’s mind, but the jumbled collection of thoughts he was going to dump couldn’t match the swirling and turning that rattled in Ditto’s elastic mind.
So he tried focusing harder at the swirling, the turning, the twisting, the twirling, the turning, the swirling, the swirling, turning, twisting, turning. The swirling, the twisting, the turning, the swirling, twisting, turning…
“Mini-Dit! Snap out of it, don’t look at its belly!”
“Too late, I’m afraid. While it’s distracted, Bounce Gizmo.”
That move at least, made too much sense for Duplica. Gizmo balled himself up, and began a slow dribble.
bu-doom…
“Mini-Dit, look out!”
The borrowed Espeon looked to its right, seeing nothing but a floating audience.
bu-doom… his second bounce had him up higher.
“Mini-Dit!” The creature took three steps and fell flat on its face.
Ditto tensed himself up and relaxed as he hit the stage the third time. Pfhwup- Duplica couldn’t see for the lighting where Gizmo had shot up to.
“You’ve gotta get out of there now!”
Phwa-BAM The little Ditto was too slow, a blue blur shot down out of the lights across its shoulders, then using the recoil to launch itself back into the rafters.
That had been enough to get Mini-Dit’s head back in the game, and a quick-attack got it just out of range for the second bounce, but the hard floor just gave Gizmo more momentum. His second and third ambushes were also off, but he was now calibrated for back-spin. The fourth miss, but this time he shot out into the first row of seat, knocking Mini-Dit over and startling the janitors who were cleaning up popcorn, coke, and spilled candy. The blue bullet ricocheted off the back of the first row of seats, then the bottom of the proscenium and across Mini-Dit’s pseudo-ribcage.
That had been enough. With the wind knocked out, Mini-Dit couldn’t hold the form. Game, set, and match. Gizmo dribbled himself in place to burn off the energy, landed, and bowed.
Last edited by Glover; 12th February 2012 at 10:27 PM.
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Wow. When you told me to think about Flubber when putting Gizmo into GF you weren't joking! That was quite good, actually. The only problem I might have had is that the conversation was too 'English paper grammatically correct'. You can use contractions in conversations to make it flow better.
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Wow. When you told me to think about Flubber when putting Gizmo into GF you weren't joking! That was quite good, actually. The only problem I might have had is that the conversation was too 'English paper grammatically correct'. You can use contractions in conversations to make it flow better.
No, I wasn't. I've got two still different sides to Ditto though, and I have to bridge them: His naturally springy side seen here, and the side who adapts to situations via inanimate objects. That's a later chapter though.
I'll go back and unspell-check the conversation, I'm still afraid I rely too much on you guys remembering who Duplica was, was there enough character there for someone who is unniniated in Season 1 and 2, or has forgotten?
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I think there probably was, but that may just be because I am one of those who has maybe seen every episode, and loved that one.
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Hello again. My apologies for missing last Sunday. Let this be a lesson for you, always write ahead of yourself.
A ways into this chapter I make a few references to trains. One you may not be familiar with is "Lubritorium". If you know you're latin somewhat, it's exactly what it sounds like, a building designed specifically to lube and fuel a locomotive and get it back on the rails again, although in this case it's a maglev most likely. Also, in this chapter, Tally picks up Crunch and has seemingly pulled three new moves out before the first gym. If you're worried about over-powering, good, cause so am I, but the way I see it, Tally's been a Herdier for a few years now, and while neither she nor Janie have been on the actual circuit for very long, both have been around League activities and together for quite some time. Additionally, Castform came from the research lab in Gateon if you'll recall but not as a starter per se, and Beedrill is a fully evolved 'mon. Let's be honest to, how many of us had a Crocronaw/Bayleaf/Quilava before we ever got the egg back to Elm? So that's why. Rest assured, Tally will have a severe limitation in this and other gym battles to come, and I'm trying to watch myself with Castform. In the meantime, here's the latest:
My team and I awoke early the next morning, a Ditto over the coat hanger, don't ask me why he just does, Sunbeam and Moonlight curled up with me, Ferriday hung in the corner, on a non-electrified strand, Rotom nested in the television, and the large steel type Dreadnaught had magentetized himself to an opposite corner from the Galvantula.
We beat the Natu to wake-up. We beat the Xatu as well. We beat the Dodrio, the Blaziken up, The Noctowl were still wide awake with the Murkrow, we even beat Nurse Joy up, which prompted me to putting the keycard to my room on her computer keyboard instead. Moto slipped into the entry door to quiet the door chime, and I walked the bike out of the lot before starting it.
But we didn't beat the train crew. Already they had backed last night's arriving Auto Train into the loading position with the local switcher. The big engines were warming up in the lubritorium, and the Porters were inside cleaning their respective coaches.
"Nice ride." The gatemen whistled. "Custom?"
"Thanks, and somewhat. Orre region, we tend to have to modify to match our infrastructure." I pulled out my wallet and handed him my ID to get my ticket and boarding pass.
"Some credentials. I’m impressed. Here's this back. Since you're a trainer, I must inform you that we do not allow battling on any of the Tojoh Central's trains. Pokémon under seven foot, below six hundred pounds and not bearing open flames, ice, electricity, or dangerous toxins may be permitted on board, but unruly Pokémon must be recalled and stored. Going by the roster shot on the bottom of your trainer ID and your history though, that shouldn't be a problem."
"Of course it won't." But Moto had never been on a train like this before, and I was going to make double sure he stayed out of it, and swapped his ball with Ace's so that it stayed locked.
After the gateman smacked the printer a few times, it decided to finally release the hostage ticket it was holding. He apologized, and handed me my boarding info. The entrance gate swung open, and a yawning-sleepy-eyed worker in overalls pointed me to a ramp at the far end of the loading dock.
Auto Train had several sizes of ramp cars. All were the same height as the coaches for streamlinng, but a few were single deck for hauling large trucks, they had bi-levels for vans and trucks, and tri-levels for smaller station wagons and cars.
Crewmen were guiding a brand new fire engine into one of the singles. It was marked Ecruteak Co. No. 7 on the sides of its large water tanks. The ramp plates between car and concrete clanked as the truck's front axle rested on them, but the sturdy slabs of steel were still firmly seated in the end of the car.
The overaled-man with the cone light seemed to think I was loitering too long, so I rolled on. The cars were laid out to be loaded circus style- with six cars to a track that would just be driven through to the far end. The yard engine would then pull only the needed cars and shuffle the rest back into a holding yard.
A third man met me at the loading ramp. Unlike the vehicle carriers, this one had a wide single plate. I looked in; they had only three Motorcycle cars out, though with the smaller cycle bodies that wasn't surprising. I gave him the keys, he rode it halfway down the car, then turned it off and walked it the rest of the way.
Someone in a John Deere 6x6 Gator pulled up to me as I was walking back.
"You need a ride?" He inquired politely. "Depot's a half-mile out, we don't have the trams up yet and you're early, but I can take you up."
"No thanks, but I do appreciate the offer." I handed him a bery as an offering. Society had done away with material greed and currency many centuries ago, this was the next best thing to tipping. He smiled, and took the offering. "Alright. You be safe then, stick to the sidewalk and watch the driving lanes."
"Of course." I patted my back at that point, and the hard case over my backpack chirped. Gizmo unfurled his wings and a small jet engine, we lifted up from the ground to about twenty feet, and meandered our way to the station amongst the breezes.
Dawn was breaking on the beautiful Saffron skyline as we went. The morning chirps and calls made for a marvelous soundtrack, and I opted for a flat spot on the station roof for everyone to come out and bask in it. Much to my surprise, Ace let himself out as well, he'd been growing more and more chemically unstable in recent weeks.
'This is why I came to Earth.' he'd read my hidden surprise. He stretched his pointed legs out in front of him and leaned back on his rust colored arms and wide, turquoise hands. 'You have a very pretty planet.'
he wasn't out for long though. He winced twice in pain. Ever since Cipher had used him for experimenting, his natural abilited were in overdrive. He'd been the crux of their genetic research, XD000, and it seemed now that it was all destabilizing, slowly.
Sunbeam and Moonlight gave him sympathetic licks. He sat up and rubbed the two Eeveelutions with his wide, turquoise hand, then reached for his ball on my belt. He tapped the button, and retreated back to safety as a mass energy being.
"Ladies and Gentleman," the loudspeakers clicked on and spoke with a quiet authority to not wake those living near the tracks, "The westbound Morning Glory to Celadon and points in between is now boarding on Track 1. This is the last Notice for the North Wind service to Cerulean passengers to be ready to board on Track 3. Early boarding for the Auto will commence five minutes on Track 5."
The speaker was interrupted by an automated voice.
Attention: Train approaching. Please remain behind the yellow line. Now arriving on Track 2: North Wind connecting service to Vermillion City and Cerulean. Please remain behind the yellow line until conductor motions for you to board.
Ferriday saw it first, and pointed his right front leg at two flashing lights. The engineer had doused his main headlight and had his crossing lights blinking. The train was dropping speed fast and racing up from the North on a major track.
The loudspeaker person hadn't expected the train to be that early, I guess. His speech done or summed up by the automated alert, he simply ended with
"Thank you for riding with Tojoh Central, have a safe ride, and a pleasant day."
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Janie stretched as dawn slowly broke across the horizon the next morning. Tally stirred a bit and rolled over, but the rest of her team slept on as she slipped out of the tent undisturbed.
This was her favorite time, the cool dawn air sharpened her, and she loved the sunrises that came up from the East; up from her home far away.
Yeah, she missed her folks, not that she'd been away from a phone for very long. She wondered if her Mom had forgotten she had a P*DA number, and took solace in its current silence.
Small feet padded up beside her as she took a seat on a hill. "Mornin' Tal."
The Herdier brushed against her and flopped down again, enjoying hearing each sound start up in a line: the first Pidgey, a few baby Spearow waking up for their first time, a Sentret changing of the guard, Butterfree slowly lifting away on faint breezes. Tally knew that Janie's senses missed the subtleties of the forest; each sound familiar and yet new; but could appreciate anyone who understood its sum.
"New Day."
'arf.'
"It's pretty, isn't it? Come then, let's rouse the others."
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"Alright Castform, he had his warning, Water Gun him!"
"Cas Cas!"
The little Beedrill had resisted all attempts to wake up, per his usual worthlessness. Castform rounded up a small bit of water and drizzled it on the heavy sleeper...
'BEE! Drillbee Beedril!'
"Morning sleepyhead. I gotta fold this tent up, if you'll get out of there sometime this year." Janie teased. He shook off and sulked out slowly, picking out a nice petunia for an appetizer.
Janie pulled the walls down, leaving the tent's ground cloth to dry out while she fixed something to eat for breakfast. "After we digest, Tally, I want to work on your Fang moves some more. We'll need two of them for Falkner. I'll want to use Castform as well, so we've got a little work too.
Beedrill looked crestfallen. "I'm sorry guy," she tried to console, "but he uses flying types." The wasp Pokémon shrugged, and began shadow boxing to make his point. "Yeah yeah, and what do you do when he hides behind Gust? Bugsy's a Bug type user, but I might be able to get you in there, and I could probably put you to good use with Whitney, I promise. You and maybe the little guy in the egg, if he or she comes out."
Little mandibles pouted, and he fluttered off to find something colorful for breakfast.
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“You ready? Janie pulled the training gauntlet out of her bag. Tally’s eyes got wide, and she yipped excitedly.
“Alright. Just wrap your mouth around this, and I’ll call the energy, let’s see how good you are with change-ups.”
Happy bark as Janie put the gauntlet on and sat down. Obediently but cautiously, Tally wrapped her sharp mouth around the glove. As a bit of a test, Janie began to playfully pull and wrestle, which Tally responded to in kind. Just as at home, Janiie would take her free hand and make light taps at Tally’s sides. At home, this had been simply sport, a kind of tag we all played. Now, it became avoidinglashout from a pinned victim.
“Good, good. Not too harshly, this is supposed to be for sport now. Let’s see some fire!”
It took the pup a moment, but her mouth turned warm and burst into flame. Again, Janie began to resist a bit.
“Excellent. You’re really getting that one. Try Thunder now.”
The flames took a moment to die down, but already Tally’s fur was crackling with energy as it focused into her muzzle and sizzled.
Janie nodded approvingly, and let Tally let go for a moment to rest her mouth, but only briefly. In a flash, tally was ready.
:”A little faster now. Fire Fang!”
“Excellent! Now Bite!”
“That’s good, you’re getting it! Thunder Fang Me! Get me good!”
“That’s it, you can’t hurt me through the gauntlet. Try Bite again!”
“Harder, you can do it! OW!”
That had been the magic word. Tally’s mouth flew open and the pup slid back five feet, dark energy still echoing off her teeth.
“No harm Tally.” Janie pulled the sleeve off, and only a few little welts where Tally’s fangs had gotten through the foam. She scratched her partner behind the ears reassuringly. ”I didn’t think I’d need the outer layer just yet, but if you’re ready to step up to Crunch, then let’s go all the way.” She walked over to her bag, fished around, and pulled out a larger band of foam that fit over her gauntlet, as well as an inner bandage to wrap around her own arm, just in case.
About then, there was a rumbling in the distance. Through the trees, Janie caught something moving fast, a pearly white streak going East. Though she didn’t register consciously what it was, it made her smile and think of her Dad. Tally rubbed her against the leg, and when Janie lost sight of the strange traveler, she looked down and rubbed Tally’s head again.
“Let’s try again, kay? Give me a Bite first, then try Crunch, just so we have a distinction there.”
‘Ruff!’
“Marvelous. Can you give me Ice Fang now?”
Tally was clearly focusing hard on lowering her body temperature. Little crystals were forming on her breath, but there wasn’t anything cold to it. Not yet at least.
“It’s all in the body temperature Tally.”
The trainee growled a bit, fighting the warmer urges, but she finally released her mouth and looked into Janie’s eyes.
I’m covered in fur. Was the messege. It’s hard to get cold when you’re covered in fur. She blinked a few times. Somehow, though uncommunicated, Janie got it. She rubbed Tally down her flanks, stirring up the matted clumps.
“Hmm. Alright, I have an idea. We’ll shelve Ice Fang until we get to Violet City. Get a drink, its Tiny’s turn now. Where did that Beedrill slip off to?
Last edited by Glover; 21st February 2012 at 12:26 AM.
Long ago, existed a simpler time. A time of fun, a time of innocence, when trainers battled for the sake of the battle through their hearts, not through numbers.
If deep in your heart, you yearn for the simpler fights, then contact Feralninja or Dracoburn and stop by the Non Competetive Trainer's hangout. You might even earn a badge or two.
Turn back to CH 11?
“GOLDenrod!” The conductor’s voice boomed. I seem to have slipped off to sleep after the Biscuits and Gravy breakfast we had in the Diner. “This is Goldenrod City. Please collect your belongings for disembarkment. We’ll have your vehicles unloaded within a few hours, you all should have your valet slips. Thank you for riding with us.
I yawned and looked down, Gizmo had literally plastered himself to the window to watch everything whizz by, but after a few gentle poking, I discovered that he was both sound asleep and soundly stuck to the glass, leaving a nice oily mark as I peeled him off. The Espeon and Umbreon siblings asleep under my footrest, I couldn’t put the seat down to get my bag. The gentle rocking motion of the magic carpet made of steel had been too much for them, just as a train was for many people. Dreadnaught and Ferriday had volunteered to stay in their balls, and that was probably a good place for a living magnet and a large electric spider to be on a magnetically driven train.
While we awaited them unloading my bike, I took Ditto down into the Underground, after all, I had a promise to fulfill.
Down in the tunnels were shops galore. A few of them I recognized from my trip through Johto, fourteen years ago. I made a note to drop in on the Herbals shop, Mamma Seeda had been the one who really introduced me to Revival Herbs and using the sweet berries to counteract it, though the poffin had been my idea.
Many of them though had been little more than booths in the small storefronts, anything Goldenrod could get to sell storefront space. A dentist and a lawyer’s office, probably someone new who couldn’t afford a glamorous office in one of the many skyscrapers yet, several facilities that catered to the latest fashions, girly jewelry, and a few little stands for the Coordinator market filled the rest of the roster, though there were still a dozen storefronts empty.
I turned a corner, following one of the directory signs. Down a few booths was where I was heading for: a massage parlor that had set up near the groomers. The young lady who met us at the counter was futzing with her red pony tail. She looked nervous, and was probably fairly new, but Gizmo liked her immediately. She told me a half an hour, I tipped her and left Gizmo in her arms while I ran an errand back a ways.
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“Here we are gang! Violet City at last!” None of Janie’s Pokémon looked all that impressed though, truthfully. The historic city wasn’t much after all, Tiny had come from the wild, Tally had seen cities before, and Castform had found the tin curled roofs to look intriguing when rained on, and so performed a Rain Dance on the closest one, the water rolling down and soaking a young boy in knickers who had just stepped out of the Pokémon Center. Before they could be seen, Castform retreated over the peak of the roof, and Janie dashed behind a tree. He cursed at some unidentified diety, and went back inside to change.
“Castform! You little pest, I’d expect that from Tiny, but you?!”
‘Castform cast cast Castform cas!’ But the water’s flow is so pretty! Just wanted to watch it trickle down is all.
Janie growled, having no clue what her Castform was saying. "Look, you can't just go out and douse people like that, accidental or not. Don't try that again, or you go in the ball like every other trainer does, alright.
Castform pouted and started to cry little rain drops. Janie wasn't sure if it could learn Fake Tears or not, but it was certainly working.
"Oh, alright I'm sorry for snapping. But promise me you won't get a wild urge to do that again, okay?"
The cloud sniffed and meekly agreed.
"Good then. Let's go inside and get checked in."
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As I pushed the shop door open, a small bell chimed overhead, the quaint, old fashioned kind with a copper clapper, not some electronic pager. "Excuse me, I'm looking for your finest revival herbs, please." It was just as I remembered it, a quaint shop with jars on shelves as high as a hill, with library ladders going on each wall. Behind the counter was a stout, short lady who hadn't aged a day past dirt. The grey ball of hair on her head like a Jumpluff's was all the taller she was than the old oak counter.
I saw a hand reach up, and adjust her glasses. Without turning around, she stepped onto the back wall ladder and rolled down, climbing up seven shelves.
"Not those, the fresh ones. I wish to see what you've just gotten."
"Oh-ho. A smart shopper."
"I know your trick, pawn off the old stock on the unsuspecting."
She turned around. "Ha! Ha-ha! I knew you'd be back. At last the Baker returns home. How is my child? You look like you're reinvigorating yourself after a long struggle."
"Raising a child will do that to ya."
"So he is out on his own journey now?"
"She, and yes."
"A girl huh? If she's anything like her father, she'll be dangerous, a wild spirit."
"Thanks, I think. Now, I still would like to see your selection."
"Of course, you.ve come to the best. Please, come in back. This is your home."
And that it had been. I had come to Goldenrod for the gym, so long ago, but I had been underground and intrigued by Mamma Seeda's signs in the door. Being curious, I asked lots of questions, bought a sample, and learned that my Pokémon had exceptionally good taste, and that a bitter herb wasn't going to cut it no matter how hard I tried or explained cost-effectiveness.
Mamma pointed me to a chair at a table, and brought me water and a new case of Revival Herb. Jsut as she did, just as I was taught, I scrutinized each one for crispness, size of yield, smell, coloration, and feel.
"I'm pleased to see you again, Baker-son."
"You miss the smells I had going in here, when Joy threw me out of her kitchen. These are fascinating, you pick stock well."
"I should hope so. This batch came from the ash fields of Fallarbor, I must ask where you get yours, you've been gone for so long."
"An herbalist in Agate back home in the Orre region, near the volcano. As you taught me, the ash does them well."
"You did learn well."
I sorted a few herbs out into a pile. "You ever try making Poffins with these like you said you would?"
"A few, my attempts were, less satisfactory than your own, so I went back to growing and scrutinizing."
"Not to mention stiffing and conning."
"Miracle cures are a cut throat business. You know what they say about business down here."
"Tough market, tough profit."
She smiled. "You're daughter, she is where?"
"Violet City probably, she left Professor Elm's a few days ago."
"So coming my way then."
"Yes, and she's taken an interest in berries as well."
"Really now? From you?"
"Sure has, although it may be more of a ‘Dad and I’ type of thing. I evolved somewhat while I was at home, took a shine to berry collecting when I met the Berry Master in Hoenn. He gave me the last pieces for my sweetening, and it just went from there. I think I'll take these with me. I'd like to see your weed assortment too, while I'm here."
"A restock then?"
"The Orre region is light on lakes, so I get by with imported Heal Powders."
At this, Mamma wrinkled up her nose.
"Yes, I know, too many antidotes, too much processing, not enough sickness."
"Might as well just drink the Full Heal. You poor man."
Again, I sifted through the provided weeds and herbs. Salveyo for paralysis, remayo for certain poisons, others for chemical poisons and still more as insomnia inducers, some Ginka for mental clarity, a moist Catial for rubbing on burns in a cream. I did have berries for that and frostbite, but in a lot of cases the berries loose their effectiveness when cooked, it’s better to back it up with herbals.
"Alright, I have what I need."
"Very well, I'll ring you up dear. Would it be possible to say, get a few of your Revival Poffins, you know, for old times’ sake?"
"Of course."
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"If I find the trainer who drowned me, I'll wring his little neck. I'll show him! My Quilava and I will hit him so hard his heads will spin! I'll get him! No one douses Tommy like that! No one!"
Janie looekd over at the boy who was shouting as he came down the stairs from the his room. "Geez," Janie said under her breath "Does he not realize the world doesn't revolve around him? Will he never shut up?"
Nurse Joy had been busy, and not being in an emergency, Janie had opted to sit in the waiting room and read. Tommy had come down a few minutes after he had arrived, his black hair still on end from being toweled off and not combed. She looked over at Beedrill, who was in a ready stance. "Whatever you're thinking, no. We don't need to do it, even if it does involved making his lips swell up like balloons so he can't talk for a week."
"Bee bii" 'Party-pooper'
Nurse Joy had finally sat down at her desk, so Janie returend the copy of Tween to the table and got up. Though tired Joy smiled warmly at the girl who approached her, juat as she’d done for every trainer before. "Hello. Do your Pokémon need to be looked at?"
"Later we will. I'd like to check in actually."
"Alright, let me see your trainer card then. Ah, so you're Janie."
Janie looked the Nurse, surprised. "Do I know you? I thought the Joy in Cherrygrove was someone else."
"She is, second cousin in fact. But we all talk amongst each other about some trainers who show promise, or are early risers, or nuisances, who change the bedding for us, that kind of thing. You're name came up on several of those accounts. Here's your ID back, and I'll get a room key for you. Anything you need, maybe a map of Violet City?"
"Sure, but I was wondering if you had a walk-in freezer?"
That, was certainly a new one. Trainers often had odd questions and requests, but walk-in freezers weren't popular ones. "Yes, I do. May I ask why?"
"I need to do some training, is all."
"I'm afraid I can't have you battling amongst my vegetables."
"Oh no, nothing like that, It's my Herdier. Tally's naturally picking up the elemental bite attacks well enough, but Ice Fang is proving difficult. I have a bite sleeve, if we had someplace we could get her cold enough, maybe we could pull it off."
“That’s very well thought out. Are you sure this is your first League?”
“Yes ma’am, though I learned to think from my parents. Dad is especially good at it.”
“They’ve raised you well then. I’ll tell you what, give me a minute to catch my breath, and then I’ll take you back to the kitchen.”
“Really? Thanks. I’ll go put my stuff in the room then.”
Janie pushed past Tommy and his crowd of anyone who’d listen to him and ‘what’s wrong with trainers these days’ and bounded up the stairs.
“Oh, to be so eager.” Joy smiled to herself as she sipped a warm coffee, remarking on when she was that age to herself.”
---
getting through the crowds again took longer than I had planned for, and when I got back to the massage parlor next to the groomers, the young therapist was ready for me. Gizmo was smiling in a large plastic bowl, not troubling himself with anything other than occupying the bowl’s contours.
“I see you were able to get him to relax.”
“Like putty in my hands.” She giggled. “I bet every masseuse says that, don’t they?”
“Yes, but it still means you did a good job. Here, let me tip you.” She seemed surprised that anyone still tipped. After all, the concept of currency had been done away with centuries ago. I rooted around in my bag and opened a case of contest décor, motioning for her to take some. These were all things I rarely used, I still held a few back for those of my crew that were interested in the dress up and had favorites. It seemed more useful for her than battle items. Her broadening smile told me that I’d picked well, and after taking a bow and a rarer dress out, she bowed gracefully and waved us goodbye.
---
“That’s it Tally, again! You’re starting to get it now!” Nurse Joy smiled as she peeked in from the doorway.
“Would you hand me the bag of salad behind you?, since you already have your coat on?”
Janie looked up from the floor. Tally understood and sat down, licking her chops a bit to warm them up.
“Of course, here you go. Do we need to get out?”
“No no, you’re fine. You two seem to really do well together. We should have Dinner ready in a half an hour though.”
“Awesome. We’ll be out in a bit then.”
The Nurse smiled again. “Take your time.”
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“Excuse me, I need to drop something off for holding.”
A red mop of hair looked up from the counter. The kid had to be sixteen, and plastered in freckled. He adjusted a set of hidden headphones. “Alright sir. May I see your ID?”
“Of course, here you go.”
“Alright then.” He scanned the barcode, then handed it back. “And what are we holding for you today Mr. Glover?”
“It’s a motorcycle. I’ll be sending it back to Gateon with me, but I have a few matters to tie up here first, and it’s just proven to be too much of a drag”
“Very well. A standard four by four by ten crate then. Please take this tag and the bike around back, the boys on the dock will take care of you. Anything else?”
“Yes, actually, if I were curious about if a ship had docked, whom would I speak with?”
“That’d be Neila, over in dispatching, but I don’t think you’ll get very far with her.”
“Thanks, but I’ll try.”
With a little wave, he went back to his music. Iwent over to the desk he mentioned. Neila reminded me of every Hollywood female criminal, who would just love to toy with you and never actually tell you anything. I took a gamble and played my hand bluntly.
“Excuse me ma’am, I’m with the Pokémon League and was wondering if you could tell me where a ship is. It’s a large one, left the Kanto region two days ago from the Sevii Islands.”
“That’s nice.”
“Pardon?”
“You’re Trainer ID. Looks nice. Someone went to a lot of trouble designing that. Your Pokémon on the back, that’s a nice touch. “
“Well, thanks. I’ll pass that along to the League for you. Now, about that ship.”
“What about it?”
“I’d like to know where it is. League business, you understand.”
“Ah. Okay, my mistake. I thought for a moment you were just going to waltz in here with a fancy strip of plastic and ask me information. If I could see the warrant then, please.”
“Pardon?”
“The warrant. You know, that sheet of paper that says you aren’t abusing your power? You do have one, correct? Because I don’t care if you were Arceus incarnate, you could address yourself as Michael Westin for all I care, I’m not turning you loose on my records without one. ”
“It’s a simple request!”
“Yes, all I want is a piece of paper. Is that so hard? No? Then go get me one Mr. League guy, and stop wasting my time.”
Like I said, Hollywood. I’d fix her little red wagon though, if it took me three dozen fishermen, I’d ask them all.
It only took me five though, before a young man proved helpful.
“Yes sir, I’ve seen it. Or rather, Sparky did.” He scratched a Pikachu between the ears; the scratchee purring happily. “I’d never seen a ship with its own crane arm on the main bridge like that. The crew seemed rather shady. May I ask who they are?”
“You might. Did you see what they unloaded?”
“Just a couple of vehicles. A box truck and a few jeeps, and those Spyder things with the two front wheels, look kinda like a snowmobile. They had a bunch of them. I think they went north, but we’ve been here most of the day fishing, so I don’t know. Ship pulled out late this morning, turned west.”
“I see.” A box truck and an escort crew were going to be hard to track, and I’m sure that the Sevii facility had more in it than that. This smelled of a decoy, though maybe it’s a smaller operation. “Thank you then young man, and Sparky too.”
“Of course, any time. You gonna go bust them then?”
“Pardon?”
“Their bad guys right, you’re a League guy?”
“We’ll see. I have to find them first. You’ve been a big help though.”
I shook his hand firmly, then checked my P*DA. I had a new message. “That young lady you asked about arrived today. -Joy”
I opened Gizmo’s Pokéball, the Ditto looked at me still somewhat sleepily. “Sorry to bother you so soon,” I told my partner, but I’ve a date in Violet with that special girl.”
Last edited by Glover; 22nd February 2012 at 1:44 AM.
Long ago, existed a simpler time. A time of fun, a time of innocence, when trainers battled for the sake of the battle through their hearts, not through numbers.
If deep in your heart, you yearn for the simpler fights, then contact Feralninja or Dracoburn and stop by the Non Competetive Trainer's hangout. You might even earn a badge or two.
Good chapter I saw a couple of spelling errors and one place where you forgot to space. The first spelling error was at the very begining when Gizmo was stuck to the window of the Magnet Train when you said "lrving a nice oily spot as I peeled him off" instead of "leaving a nice oily spot." Other than that you may want to reread and make sure you don't have any more I think I saw some more, but I couldn't find them again. Keep up the good work and I loved how you described Mamma Seeda she reminds me of some of my realitives lol. I hope this helped.
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Good chapter I saw a couple of spelling errors and one place where you forgot to space. The first spelling error was at the very begining when Gizmo was stuck to the window of the Magnet Train when you said "lrving a nice oily spot as I peeled him off" instead of "leaving a nice oily spot." Other than that you may want to reread and make sure you don't have any more I think I saw some more, but I couldn't find them again. Keep up the good work and I loved how you described Mamma Seeda she reminds me of some of my realitives lol. I hope this helped.
Awesome! Thanks for dropping in! I actually fxed that last night but neglected to post a follow-up. My powers of editation are somewhat lacking, I should have seen that on MS Word, but after writing such things, one also has a foreknowledge of the words and so misses things. Anything you happen to find is a big help.
In any chapter.
Long ago, existed a simpler time. A time of fun, a time of innocence, when trainers battled for the sake of the battle through their hearts, not through numbers.
If deep in your heart, you yearn for the simpler fights, then contact Feralninja or Dracoburn and stop by the Non Competetive Trainer's hangout. You might even earn a badge or two.
Ok I've been reading since I joined I just haven't comented because everyone else already pointed out the things I noticed this is the first chapter where I beat them to it lol. I can't wait for more to read if you ever wanted me to I could preread the chapters for you and do you have a pm list if so I would like to be on it please and thank you.
Great chapter, and I guess we'll soon see a Glover-Janie battle. The thing that I have a problem somewhat with is that you say that there is no currency. If you're going by the games then you'll notice a common currency of Pokedollars. Just my idea I guess
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Great chapter, and I guess we'll soon see a Glover-Janie battle. The thing that I have a problem somewhat with is that you say that there is no currency. If you're going by the games then you'll notice a common currency of Pokedollars. Just my idea I guess
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Believe me, I have been scheming all kinds of matchups for them, and I keep coming to the same conclusion: It won;pt happen for a very long time. Like, maybe Janie's Sweet 16 at the earliest.
The problem I run into with currency is that I find prize money to be a very complicated thing to work around. Battling a bug-catcher for example is liek stealing lunch money, and you'll notice I'm doing a lot of hybriding between game and animem and th elatter skips the whole money thing altogether, so I'm adopting the Star Trek:First Contact style of doing things. (Good movie, go watch it) Captain Picard is talking to Zephram Cochrane and says something to the effect of the world basically got over itself when they discovered that Earth was a very small drop in the Universe, and money was done away with, instead needs were provided for out of humanitarian goodness. This in turned drove down intense greed, and created a sunny-side up world. Sadly, I'm not Gene Roddenberry and my interpretation is lacking, also I'm not really in a good storytelling position to go into great detail, but I don't see why something as supernatural as Pokemon couldn't create much the same effect, given that Humanity, even if it is more resiliant in that world than it is in ours, is still a man amongst gods who control land, water, fire, electricity. And really, how do you charge an electric bill if the customer can go raise Pikachu? For that matter, how does a 10yr old go galavanting about the World if it's not more of a functional utopia than ours is?
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Ok I've been reading since I joined I just haven't comented because everyone else already pointed out the things I noticed this is the first chapter where I beat them to it lol. I can't wait for more to read if you ever wanted me to I could preread the chapters for you and do you have a pm list if so I would like to be on it please and thank you.
I didn't know if I had the interested readership, sure, I'll do a PM list for ya, no problem.
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Long ago, existed a simpler time. A time of fun, a time of innocence, when trainers battled for the sake of the battle through their hearts, not through numbers.
If deep in your heart, you yearn for the simpler fights, then contact Feralninja or Dracoburn and stop by the Non Competetive Trainer's hangout. You might even earn a badge or two.
Janie stood in front of the glass doors, still hesitating a bit. The tall building, new but trying to look the old Violet motif was somewhat intimidating. She looked down at her side. Tally panted a little smile and nudged Janie in the back of the leg with her nose.
“Alright, I’ll stop stalling then.” She pushed open the door, never seeing the figure watching her from the corner.
She reached for the door, and found it opening inward.
“Wondered if you were ever going to come in.”
“Well, thanks sir.”
“Polite and a cute kid. Name’s Clyde. I’m a Gym Aide. My brothers and I all go about checking on the gyms, and being overall helpful sorts.”
“Janie. I guess I’m new then. Dad never mentioned there being so many people involved with the backside of the League.”
“A pleasure to meet you, Miss. There’s all sorts of people involved with the backend stuff, but you don’t care about that. Here, have some water for your Pokémon. Are you familiar with the gym?”
“Somewhat, I know Falkner’s a flying type user.”
“Marvelous. So you know not to use Chikorita or Bellsprout then, nor any bug types.”
“Sure do, I don’t have a Chikorita.”
“Totodile then?”
“Nope.”
“Cyndaquil huh. Not many go with old Cyndy.”
“Herdier actually.”
Clyde looked down at Janie’s feet, where Tally was standing regally with her tongue out and a-pantin’ away.
“Well I’ll be. A Unova Pokémon for a Johto League. This will be fun. Alrighty then Miss Janie. You’ll get on the elevator here, and when you get above the roosts, you’ll find the gym leader. You’ll have a choice as to whether or not you want to warm up with his gym trainers or go straight for him. I’ll let Falkner know to be expecting you.”
“Much appreciated.” She turned and looked to her feet. You ready Tally?”
“Ruff!”
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She couldn’t believe it, her first gym battle. Janie studied the field as the elevator rose up. She stepped of the platform and looked around. The unnerving glass tiles went around the wooden floored warm up tiles. Something told her she should, but she was confident, perhaps overly so, and opted to go around.
The field was surrounded by six viewing towers and a framework existed between them. Nothing Tally or Castform could use, but plenty of roosting spots for Birds.
‘This will be easy, Janie. You’ve got this. Tally and Cassie will be fine.’
Rounding up her confidence, she took a firm stride off the glass floor and onto the battlefield. “Falkner, I’m challenging.”
“Wo-ho. Spunky. Alright kid. You go right over there and climb the stairs. You and I battle will battle from these towers, okay? Two-on-two, and you can’t get down, got it?”
“Sounds easy.” She fingered her first Pokéball as she climbed up the short tower on her end of the field.
“Janie, right? You’ll pick the first Pokémon, okay?”
“Fine by me. Go, Castform!”
The little cloud put on a cute mad face, which lasted until Falkner pulled out a Skarmory.
“Not sure what you’re thinking, Janie, but it’ll involve weather. Hope you don’t mind, but if you’re upping the ante, then so will I.
“Works for us! Let’s not disappoint and start with Hail, Cassie!”
The little cloud growled cutely as its cloud turned a dark grey and the antennae on her head stood up and began to glow.
“Quickly Skarmory, interrupt with Steel Wing!” As it commanded, the armored bird leapt into action and crashed into the Castform. Cold wind was circling for its form change, but the momentary interruption stunted the forming Hail into little pellets.
“Follow up Skarmory!” The bird turned and pecked repeatedly at the small cloud.
“Icy Wind! Quick!” The Castform spun and blew, cocooning itself in the cold wind and it’s Hail form, slowing the Skarmory down slightly. It’s steel beak still chipping away at the Castform’s armor.
“Er, I should have figured. I was hoping to ice him quickly. Castform doesn’t have the power to withstand this.”
“Ember Castform, drive it back!” It was a bit muddling, going from ice to fire, but the Castform wasn’t going to complain as of this moment, and did so. The Skarmory flinched and dashed backwards away from one of its natural weaknesses.
“Took you two long enough. Keep it at bay then with Gust.”
“Use that wind Castform and blow it back on them!”
The Castform’s green hurricane décor glowed as the Skarmory’s range attack came in close. It curled around the Castform, and after collecting a snowy gift, raced back to the flying type again. Instinctively, the bird whipped out several air slashed to break the current, but was pelted by small though annoying bits of ice.
“Try that again Castform, but try it with fire! Let’s replicate Heat Wave, shall we?”
Cas cas!
Somewhat confused, and a bit stressed by being an ice type and trying to funnel a fire type attack, Castform obliged. It spat several floating embers into the air and shoved them off a gust of cold wind.
"Razor Wind, Skarmory"
Janie bit her lip, the Skarmory once again broke Castform's attack, and had a much more powerful one ready. To make matters a bit worse off, the hail chose that moment to end, reverting Castform to a normal type. All Janie could do was gasp and call out faint hopes of dodging as the ripping gale force winds tore away from the Skarmory's sword wings, but the third time f doing it, Castform had the hang of wind. just as he'd done with Gust, he focused the winds around him. Janie saw a brief outline of his Ice form reappear, as he rolled the Razor Wind around, taking glancing damage but building it up for something much more.
And then, he let it go. But where Razor Wind had bneen a drawn out setup attack to focus into several slicing pulses of horizontal wind gusts, Castform had ripped the power into a much larger attack. One that Falkner had seen before, but that Castform should not have been able to learn. A fury of wind, water, and ice raced outward from the diminutive cloud Pokemon, sweeping up bits of debris as it went and turning it too into mini projectiles.
it had been too much for the Skarmory, the attack that hit it was a little bit Ice, a small portion of Ground, tiny bits of Rock, and water, and so it landed rather gracelessly on the ground with a clang.
"Impressive. Whomever raised that Castform for you knew what they were doing."
"Thanks, but he came from a lab, he's done very little training."
"That's impossible! That was my Dad's prized Skarmory!" The flying type leader couldn't believe it. "I refuse to acknowledge a lab rat Pokémon could turn a Razor Wind around into a full-fledged Hurricane"
"Acknowledge it." Janie said devilishly, though she had no idea what was go on.
"Very well then. get em' Triple X." A fury of legs and beaks broke from the Pokeball. Castform, on instinct, drew a cold wind towards it, but it lowered its thin necks into its thick body long enough o get close, then stretched itself up to its full height. Castform were limited on how high they could float, both on physical limitation and fear of being swept up in an upper wind draft, but his exhausting battle with Skarmory left him unable to get much higher than the beast's shoulders. The incoming Fury Attack was more than the Castform could handle, and it too plopped to the ground."
Falkner smirked. "And now we're one and one."
Janie clenched her teeth. Dodrio were unknown creatures to her. She'd seen and heard of them, but few trainers from Orre had them, she had no idea what was in store. She looked down at Tally. "Well, at least it can't fly away from you."
Tally barked in agreement, and bounded down the stairs from Janie's perch to the field.
Falkner took the time to study the dog. "Hmm. Interesting build. Not a retriever, but we're well versed in hunting dog styles. Should be no different."
The Dodrio danced on its two legs, keeping it's blood flow moving "We'll see about that Falkner, Tally Quick Attack!"
Loyal as ever, tally shot forth in a great burst of speed. On an unspoken command, the Dodrio shot straight into the air. Tally skidded to a stop and looked into the sun to catch the shadow fall of an outstretched leg catch her in the side.
The fighting type High Jump Kick found its mark on the normal type. The Dodrio jumped again, a second slam into the dog's side, tucked its heads and somersaulted back towards the center of the field again.
Tally struggled slowly to get back up; that had been a lot of bird delivered to her side. Falkner just smirked though. "Accupressure yourself, then get ready."
Two of its head turned and poked the main body in key points, releasing tension and building up power. Tally saw the opening though, and channeled a bit of Faint Attack into her recovery, burst forth once again, and wrapped her muzzle around the Dodrio's legs. With its two head occupied, and a lack of wings, it hadn't the center of balance to be able to avoid. That wouldn't last for long though, and the Dorio was quickly able to fling the Herdier back.
However, the Herdier species had long been bred to be herding dogs by nipping at the heels of the animals to be herded. Thousands of years of domestication had given them a quick sense to roll if a Miltank, Tauros, or a Mareep hoof tried to catch them. This was similar enough that Tally could roll with the hit and landed on all four paws, no worse for wear than before. The Dodrio's heads, looking more determined than ever, turned back to forward.
"Tally, try Quick Attack." Janie said confidently.
"Foolish."
"We'll see." The Dodrio focused three beams from it's mouths this time as Tally raced in close, dancing around just enough to avoid the Quick Attack and eventually finding it's mark. Ice crystals were forming on Tally's fur. Both Trainer and Pokémon knew this immediately, and were suddenly very much on the same page. A third time, Tally lunged at the massive flightless Bird. For a second time, it focused one of its few ranged attacks at the Dog, but Tally was trying to get the Freeze going. As she got too close for comfort, Falkner ordered another powerful jump from the Dodrio, who sprang up on its long legs. Tally didn't look though, she simply waited.
"Now!"
The Herdier launched itself onto its hind legs suddenly. The Dodrio's leg plowed into solid ground, sending a wincing pain up its limb. Then, something furry thumped aginst the sore leg, and clamped it's cold jaws around the Dodrio's knees while burying sharp claws into bare leg. The Dodrio was unable to move its leg to fling, and the mouth on its knee was getting colder, pulling the ice out of the Tri-Attack's nearly successful freezing condition, so it tried the next best thing. it put all of its weight into the Herdier-infested leg and chambered it's free leg up to its body. The weight on its sore limb caused more pain, and seeing the incoming attack, Tally clamped her jaw down much harder. Three heads all snapped straight up on their necks and screamed bloody murder; although Tally was warming up too fast for Ice Fang to last or be terribly potent, the Crunch/scratch attack was proving too much and to top it off, the Dodrio as loosing circulation in that leg. It's free leg bailed on the attack and shot down cross-legged to keep it from falling over.
"That's it Tally! Keep it up!"
Tally’s mouth was starting to salivate from the pro-longed bite, but she remembered another of its attacks. Merging the wetness with matted fur, a fierce spark danced around Tally's muzzle.
Again, the Dodrio's body went stiff in pain, and for a second time it cawed madly.
That was it though, Tally had to let go, she couldn't hold on anymore. She danced backwards quickly, but the Dodrio's bad leg couldn't hold the bird up without the attacking Herdier-shaped cast wrapped around it, and buckled.
With some regret, the referee called the match in Janie's favor.
"No... But Dad and I had such memories riding him around! Very well. You win, Janie."
Both trainers descended from their stands and met in the middle of the field.
"I must admit Janie, I'm impressed. Here, take the Zephyr proudly."
"Wow... Thanks. I mean, I won, -we won- but I don't feel like I really did anything. I mean, Castform came up with Hurricane on his own, Tally was largely on auto-pilot there at the end too. teh attacks I called got her hurt, after all."
"Maybe." Falkner considered. But remember it took Castform manipulating Icy Wind to pull off Hurricane like that on the spot, and someone taught Tally those bite attacks."
"Quite right." Both battlers turned and saw a figure had jumped over the edge of one of the viewing towers and was jetting down to the field.
"Dad?" Janie couldn't believe it. "Dad! What are you doing here? You saw me? I'd hoped you'd see a much more organized battle."
"What I saw was fine, and your Mom I'm sure agrees, I had to hang up though as she was in class. Battles are about the Pokémon, that's why you're the trainer. Joy told me about you're little freezer idea, cute."
"Mom saw me too?"
"Freezer?"
I nodded, and let Janie explain. "Tally and I practiced Ice Fang in the freezer at the Pokémon Center. Tally can't get herself cold yet, so I used an outside source."
"My Tri Attack. I walked into a trap and baited it myself in other words."
"No, not really. I didn't know Dodrio could learn it. But it was handy, so we put it to use."
"Sneaky girl." Falkner snickered. "I'll let you two catch up then, looks like I have to make a trip to see Joy."
The three of us descended in the elevator, and stood in the lobby after Falkner left.
"So, are you going to be at all my gym battles?"
"Regrettably, probably not. I happened to be in the region though on business, and the timing worked out, so here I am."
"Business huh? So you’re out saving the world again. How long are you here then?"
"Not too much longer. I was trying to track Team Rocket, something occurred in Kanto that looked like something we should have been concerned about, and I ended up here, but There's nothing to pin on them, it's a box truck and some support vehicles. Even if the Regional Police can find them between cities, suspicious activity in Kanto doesn't hold a lot of weight in Johto, and I've been informed rather firmly that your Mom doesn't like being alone, and that I owe her a big fancy dinner and flowers, at a minimum."
Janie laughed at her parents being drippy romantic. She couldn't help it, she was almost eleven.
"However, I think i can be in town for an evening, let's go find ourselves a little father-daughter date, or would that be too imposing?"
A little giggle. "No, I think that would be fine."
Long ago, existed a simpler time. A time of fun, a time of innocence, when trainers battled for the sake of the battle through their hearts, not through numbers.
If deep in your heart, you yearn for the simpler fights, then contact Feralninja or Dracoburn and stop by the Non Competetive Trainer's hangout. You might even earn a badge or two.
Great chapter can't wait to see how Janie progresses as a trainer if she's anything like Glover look out world.
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to earn it you have to challenge the League and defeat me in a battle. Credit goes to Glover for the badge.