Yo what's up it is Aurastorm here with Chapter 2 of the Epic Tale of Tyler Sanders and Boombox! I am so sorry that I haven't been on for like… the whole year. Oh boy… It's just… you know, getting myself back on track. Now I'm a freshman, and I'm all of a sudden swamped with a lot of… well, everything, because of all Honors classes.
BUT! That is in the rearview mirror, and as someone once said (not me XD) "There is no time like the present". And right now, I am presenting you guys and gals with the second chapter of The Epic Tale of Tyler Sanders and Boombox!
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I lay on my bed, tossing up the 2014-2015 Pro K-League Size 5 (1) ball up and down to keep my hands busy. The ball itself was pretty nice. It was white, with cold, dark blue trapezoids making thin lines to two polar opposite points, where the Pro K-League mascot (Xerneas and Yveltal's silhouette clashing with one another) was located. In between a pair of trapezoid lines, the Victini symbol (the letter "V" made out of a swoosh-like design) stood out in an icy blue color that sharply contrasted the stark white ball. It was beautifully designed ball, and I loved using it. It was one of the highest-quality balls that I could find.
I didn't feel like doing anything, especially since my mind was moving so fast. It felt like a cluttered cloud that warps into a voracious tornado that destroyed any thoughts BUT me not making the TV show. Damn that stupid TV show and everyone else in it. Especially that stupid, biased, son-of-an-Arbok Principal Jackson. Probably got a blowjob from Emma to seal the deal.
I think back to the three people who walked out of Principal Jackson's office before Emma, Joseph, and I went in. Andrew was looking like he won the lottery (which probably would be worth jack to him, because he's Mr. Richie-Rich. Ugh). I remember looking at him and his expression basically screaming "I'M BETTER THAN YOU!" at my face.
Emily had a poker face on. It was a poker face that I knew pretty well, considering that she was a master at disguising herself and her emotions under a veil of uncertainty. Her blonde hair was swept a little onto her face, giving her yet another layer of misdirection. Damn, if I had one wish in the world, it would be to figure out how exactly the female subspecies of Homo sapiens tick. I would probably be the wisest (and possibly richest) man on this planet armed with that knowledge.
Finally, Makenna's expression struck me as just plain weird. Of course, I could've been hallucinating, but her face when she came out seemed a little sad, maybe even guilty. Why, I don't think I'll find out. It's definitely something I shall keep in mind though.
The doorbell rings, jolting me out of my thoughts. I almost forgot: I had invited Joseph over to figure out what we're going to do this summer. With the ball in my hands, I rush downstairs to get the door after making a pit stop at my cinch bag to put the ball back inside the cinch bag.
I can almost see you guys thinking, "What the hell? How can it be summer when they just won the championship in soccer, a fall sport?" And rest assured, I DO have an answer.
The International High School Soccer Association (IHSSA) voted to have soccer season also in spring to compliment the fall soccer. Apparently, it allows more income and simply that soccer is a pretty lucrative business, so why not cash in? At least, that's IHSSA's logic. Not mine. So, logic follows that our championship game was in late May, and school let out on this week's Monday.
I dash on down and whip the door open to find my best friend Joseph Garcia standing outside like an idiot, glancing around casually. His brown hair was in his usual style, a sort of swept look which obviously requires the use of hair gel. His eyes were holding a certain spark to them, and that usually meant that he had a good idea. Usually, these ideas were less than smart, but, in their own twisted, odd ways, they have somehow not got us killed. Yay.
His Vaniville Hurricanes cinch bag was slung on his bag, and he motions for me to follow him. "Oh yeah, bring Boombox too. You might need him."
Suddenly, my stomach drops. I usually don't take Boombox unless he wants to, and/or if he might be necessary, we're doing something pretty risk-worthy.
"Okay, give me a sec. Grab a Krookorade if you want, and I think we have some Pop-Tarts left. At least, I hope. I swear, if Addy and Carter ate them all…" I trail off. Joseph walks in and speeds to our kitchen and pantry as I speed up into my room to wake Boombox up from his little custom bed that Dad and I made for him with a little help from Carter and Addy.
I walk over to the side of my bed facing the window and look up. The wooden, handmade bed was still as I move my hand to admire our handicraft. Dad truly was good with this stuff; he apparently crafted this kind of stuff for fun back the Village of the Dragons across the sea in Unova.
Within five minutes, I have Boombox wide awake and alert (Note to self: Air Cutter to face= Pain. Lots and lots of pain) and peacefully perching on his favorite spot: My right shoulder. He didn't really like his Poke Ball, but he would go in the capsule if he was asked to or it was deemed necessary.
Noibat is a lavender colored bat-like Pokémon. He has two clawed fingers on each wing and two long toes on each foot. Noibat's hips and chest are covered in black fur. He has large yellow eyes which look like headlights of a car, two purple teardrop-shaped spots on the front of his face, and large teardrop-shaped ears that resemble loudspeakers. After all, he is the Sound Wave Pokemon for good reason. Finally, when his mouth is open, two pointed teeth can be seen on his lower jaw.
The Sound Wave Pokemon are highly capable of communicating with others, as their name would give away. Noibat is capable of emitting ultrasonic waves of 200,000 Hertz from their ears, which they can use to stun large creatures, immobilize prey, and determine the ripeness of fruit they enjoy- no, savor,eating. Just saying, they can sense ultrasound as well as emit ultrasound. That's pretty sweet. And, they can use sound to see if that delicious mango hanging by a nearby tree is ready to be devoured. The Noibats also uses ultrasonic waves as a means to communicate with other Noibat in the possible vicinity.
All summed up in one phrase? Noibat= BADASS.
I shout out for my mom, telling her I was going out with Joseph. She yells back, "Stay safe! And don't do anything stupid!" I roll my eyes and snatch up my Vaniville Hurricanes cinch bag, not unlike the same bag resting on Joseph's back. Boombox flutters up so I can sling my cinch bag onto my shoulders. Once I'm done, he rests back down onto his favorite perch spot. I leave the house and close the door behind me, finding Joseph juggling with his Unova League ball, which had orange trapezoids instead of cold, dark blue ones, and the Victini "V" was a fiery orange instead of an icy blue fit for a Beartic. His Pecha Berry Krookorade was lying by his cinch bag.
"Hey! Garcia, you failure!"
He loses his concentration, and his ball hits the ground. Joseph turns to me with a slightly ticked off face. "Are you kidding?! I was about to beat my juggling record, you idiot!"
"I figured. Anyway, where to, Mr. Cherry Garcia?" I poke at him. Cherry Garcia is one of the many nicknames I have for Joseph. Cherry Garcia was also his favorite ice cream flavor, so whenever he was devouring a scoop of Cherry Garcia, I accused him for cannibalism and threatened to turn him in.
"Shut up. Anyhow, we're headed to the Don George Dojo to get some battling in. Apparently there's a Doubles tourney with 500 Poké as a grand prize today being hosted by some juniors. You get to use your own Pokemon, and your Pokemon has to be under Level 15. You in?"
"Why would I say no? Besides, Boombox is Level 9, so we can check that requirement off the checklist," I stop my sentence and imitate checking something off with a flourish. "Anyway, how's Pancho?"
"Pancho's pretty good. He's been training, and he's got Arm Thrust down perfectly. He's Level 9 also, I think."
"Great! Then let's go and kick some ass!"
~/\/\/\~
Don George Fight Club: Vaniville Branch
"Hey Don George!"
For those who have never seen Don George, he's pretty chill. Chill like an ice cube if I had to make a simile on it. He's got clean-cut black hair with a matching mustache as his defining features. He has a medium skin tone, and his navy-blue V-neck workout uniform is synonymous with Don George. There's a few ways to tell apart the many, many Don Georges apart from one another. In that sense, they're kind of like the male version of Nurse Joys and Officer Jennys. Unfortunately, I forget, so you're not going to be able to identify and separate them. Have fun!
"Hello, Tyler! Here for the tourney or just here to train?"
"Not today, Don George. I'm going to get that 5,000 Poke and win the tourney. Besides, Boombox is raring to go, and I want to get him some experience. Who knows? I might just go on a journey this summer!"
"That's the spirit! I'll get you two signed up as a team. The tourney is only for eight teams, so you should be battling in maybe 10 minutes. Sound good to you?"
"Yeah! Thanks Don, you're the best!" Joseph quips. He runs over to the battlefields over in left wing of the Don George complex. I readjust my neon-orange Beats and go buy myself a Coca-Cola and a Poffin for Boombox at the vending machines. Afterwards, I meet up with Joseph, who I slide next to as we face our first opponents, who were both juniors and who were on our soccer team. They weren't bad people, but they did abuse their "junior" rights over us sophomores and the freshmen on the team.
"Hey Jared, Matt! Bring the heat, boys!" Joseph challenges, snatching his Poke Ball into his hand and assumes a battle position. Meanwhile, Boombox crawls to the top of my head, waiting for the command.
Jared sneers at me before tossing out his Pokemon. He apparently had a Dark type, so I knew that Pancho was going to have to do some Arm Thrusting if we were to win.
"Go, Sneasel!" Jared shouts out, tossing out a Dusk Ball containing the Sharp Claw Pokemon. The Sneasel appears, immediately matching the same stupid sneer of his/her trainer.
Sneasel is a bipedal Pokémon that resembles both cats and weasels. It is primarily bluish black with three bright red feathers for its tail and a single one on its left ear. The ear feather is shorter on the female than on the male, so that's how you can differentiate the two genders. On its forehead and chest are yellow, oval markings. It has red eyes with black eyelash-like markings on the edges. Its feet and hands have two large, retractable claws each, which can be used for attack or defense.
Sneasel is a notoriously vicious Pokémon, which is perfectly capable of using its claws to do substantial damage. The claws are also used for climbing trees in its forest home. Sneasel steals eggs from unattended Pidgey nests. Sneasel has been known to form pairs to hunt. One will lure the parents away from the nest, while the other steals the eggs. Its former signature move, Beat Up, allows it to call on its teammates to attack its opponent. That's teamwork at its finest.
Joseph stares down Jared for a second before releasing Pancho. "Pancho, stand by for battle!"
Pancho is a Pancham (duh). Pancham is a mammalian, bipedal Pokémon that resembles a young panda. Its head and short, puffy tail are white. There are tufts of fur on top of its head and on its cheeks. There are black circles around its eyes, and the ears are also black. The upper body and hind feet are black, while the lower body is a dark gray. It has dark brown eyes with no visible irises. There are small, dark brown circular pads on the soles of its three-toed feet. It carries a small, green leaf in its mouth. Essentially, it's a Grovyle rip-off. Pancham tries to make itself serious towards its foes, but its glare is not so intimidating. If patted on the head, it can't help grinning. Pancham and its evolution, Pangoro, are the only known Pokémon that can learn Parting Shot.
The two little Pokemon stare each other down, Sneasel snickering the whole time. Boombox flutters off my head and next to Pancho. The two were very good friends, and they grew up and trained together. The two knew each other like they knew their name.
Matt was the last one to the draw, slinging his Poke Ball out, yelling, "Buizel! Surf's up!"
Buizel is an orange-colored Pokémon resembling a weasel and a sea otter. The yellow collar that surrounds its neck can be inflated and used as a flotation device when it inhales. By inflating this sac, it can keep its face above water to watch for prey movement. It has two blue fins on its arms and a tail, which appears to be split, that resembles a fish's fin. Its tail acts as a boat propeller by spinning, though it was seen flying using its tail. There are parallel marks on their cheeks. Additionally, Buizel has cream paw pads on its feet. On its back, it has one cream spot if it is female or two if it is male. It is most likely found in or near swift-moving rivers.
I bring in a breath and release it, feeling nervous. Buizel is a tough opponent simply because Buizel is an extremely versatile Pokemon, able to attack in the air and in water. Boombox was confined to the air and I had a bad feeling about Buizel's moveset. Especially one move.
Don George, who caught up with us and was waiting for us to release our Pokemon, swings his arms downwards as he declares, "BATTLE BEGIN!"
"Buizel, Sonic Boom on Boombox, pronto!" Matt orders. Buizel jumps up and somersaults, sending a wave of sound at Boombox. He easily avoids, and begins a swoop for a counter-attack on the now-vulnerable Buizel, who just lands before Boombox tackles her, allowing her to spin on one foot, dodging Boombox like a matador.
"Pancho! Arm Thrust!"
"Sneasel! Feint Attack!"
The two Pokemon charge at each other, their attacks bristling with power. Sneasel fakes out Pancho with a little stutter-step before slamming a Feint Attack into the Playful Pokemon. Pancho skids across the dirt floor, but he was able to use his momentum to flip back onto his feet. His eyes shine with a steely determination. He was going to beat that damn Sneasel at all costs. Pancho narrows his eyes and cocks his arm back, charging up an Arm Thrust.
I see this develop and get an idea. My sideways glance to Joseph tells him exactly what I'm planning; after all, he and I are almost always on the same wavelength. "Do it," he murmurs under his breath, loud enough for me and only me to hear it.
Meanwhile, Buizel was testing out Boombox's agility as she shoots Water Guns in the air, forcing the Sound Wave Pokemon to be evasive. Matt snaps his fingers, getting an idea.
"Buizel, shoot as many Water Guns as you can!"
"Oh, I gotcha Matt!" Jared exclaims. "Sneasel, freeze the water pillars with Avalanche!"
Shock courses through me. Joseph looks at me, panic evident on my face. "How… does Sneasel know Avalanche?"
"Breeding, sophomores. Why, haven't you learned about this yet? Probably not, because you guys are idiots. Thanks to Avalanche, we can- and WILL- wipe the floor with you. See ya, losers!"
Jared's Sneasel summons an avalanche, sending it crashing onto the water pillars being shot everywhere. I saw Pancho sprint out of the "war zone" after the water pillars started going haywire.
"Boombox!"
"Pancho! Where are you?"
And then, a miracle. Out of the corner of my eye, I spot Boombox with Pancho in a little hole that Pancho quickly made using Arm Thrust through the soft dirt and just under the wall. Also, a light bulb goes off in my head, and that's when I get another plan.
"Joseph, yell for Pancho to jump out of his hiding place. If we time this properly, then this is going to be awesome!" I whisper to Joseph. He nods once, which was all I needed.
"Pancho! Reveal thyself!" Joseph commands. At the second sentence, he cracks up but then regains his composure quickly. I turn to Pancho, who pops out of the hole that he dug. Boombox didn't come out, which was perfect. He had to be ready, though…
"Hey, Jared! Look at this idiot! He called out his little teddy bear out of hiding. Right into Buizel and Sneasel's line of fire. Shall we?"
"Yeah. Sneasel, Buizel, Avalanche-Water Gun combo!"
"Pancho! You'll be fine, I swear! Just be ready!" Joseph calls out, as Pancho is quivering with fear at the incoming attack.
"NOW BOOMBOX!"
In a span of moments, the whole battle changes. The water pillar had now frozen over, and it was slightly tilted downwards towards Buizel and Sneasel. As for Pancho, he was in the air, being held by Boombox, who was able to keep low and lift Pancho at the right time. Buizel and Sneasel use their Water-Ice pillar combo, this time making a much steeper pillar, but they still missed. And now for our dramatic coup d'état.
"Boombox, drop him down onto the pillar!"
"Pancho, double Arm Thrust!"
Now it was the Playful Pokemon wearing the stupid smirk, who slides down the pillar of ice like he's snowboarding down the pillar. His arms were coated with energy, and Sneasel was a guaranteed KO. Buizel, though, could take the hit. Fortunately, Boombox had us covered.
Pancho jumps off the pillar a bit early and absolutely smashes into Sneasel with both of his Arm Thrusts. Poor Sneasel didn't stand a chance.
And as for Buizel, Boombox swoops down and uses Tackle on Buizel, sending her flying into the wall thanks to his gained momentum through the swoop. Add that to him soaring up and raining down Air Cutters on Buizel, it wasn't a surprise to see Buizel knocked out after the dust clears up.
In the other skirmish, Pancho stands dominantly over the defeated Sneasel, smiling the exact stupid smirk of Jared's and his Sneasel's.
"Both Buizel and Sneasel are defeated! That means that the winners are Tyler and Joseph!"
"YES! Hit it!" I shout as Joseph and I exchange a palm-stinging high-five. Not going to lie, it hurt a little, but I'm not about to tell him that.
"One down Joseph. Two more to go."
"Couldn't have said it better, bro." We exchange a fist bump before calling for our respective Pokemon to come with us.
Two more battles and 5,000 Poke is ours. We can totally handle this.
~/\/\/\~
Don George Fight Club: Vaniville Branch
Don George calls us to our final match. In the previous one, it was against Joseph's neighbor and his girlfriend. They were tough, but eventually, their Vivillon and Butterfree were no match for Boombox and Pancho, even they have a higher base stat total. Air Cutter was their bane, as Boombox wreaked havoc on the two Bug types while Pancho chipped away at their health with Bite and Arm Thrust. Overall, it was an entertaining match but not a difficult one. As soon as I saw my opponents, I knew I was in for along with Joseph.
"Hey, what up Sanders? Thought you were getting 5,000 Poke huh? Well, Emily and I have been TEARING it up, and I'm pretty sure your midget bat and teddy bear aren't gonna stop us. Especially since we got our sick starters." Andrew demeans- or at least, he tries. Joseph and I don't get fazed by him; just because he's the hockey captain or he's super-rich doesn't make him any more threatening.
Emily was wearing blue jeans and a blue/black checkered blouse with a matching handbag, presumably carrying her Poke Balls and PokéDex that Kalos Dreams gave to her. She also had a sky blue mascara applied to her eyes to match the whole outfit. I thought she looked great, but Joseph's mouth dropped and hit the floor. He apparently was turned on by her. Hmm….
Don George looks at us with an exasperated look before sighing. He lifts his arms up and swings them down, exclaiming for "the battle to start!"
"Chespin, battle ready!" Andrew yells, throwing out a Poke Ball. Out of it materializes the Grass type starter of Kalos, only given out by Professor Sycamore to trainers.
Chespin is a bipedal, mammalian Pokémon. He has a light brown front with dark brown arms and three triangular markings on his face. There is a tough, green shell covering his back, which extends from his head to halfway down its tail. There is a small, off-center hole in the shell on the back of Chespin's head. The shell can protect Chespin from powerful attacks. Around the face, the shell has four leaf-like spikes, and one split into three parts on the back of his head. These quills are typically soft, but Chespin can stiffen them and use them for attack as well. Chespin's oval eyes are brown, and he has a triangular red nose and rodent-like incisors. His arms have three fingers, whereas his feet have two long claws. The visible part of Chespin's tapered tail is orange. Despite having a curious nature that tends to get him in trouble, Chespin keeps an optimistic outlook and does not worry about small details. Overall, Chespin is also considered the "cool" Pokemon along with Froakie. Poor Fennekin. In all honesty, I really like Fennekin. It seems like a real dependable Pokemon.
Meanwhile, Emily tosses out her Poke Ball, which turns out to contain Froakie.
Froakie is a quadruped, frog-like Pokémon. She has light blue skin, white hands, and a dark blue stripe from the center of her oval head to its nose. Froakie's eyes, which have yellow sclera, black irises, and white pupils, protrude vertically from her head due to their size. Froakie produces a large mane of bubbles from her chest and back and has two small bubbles on its nose. The delicate yet flexible bubbles, called Frubbles, reduce the damage Froakie takes from attacks. She has three fingers and two toes on her hands and feet. Despite Froakie's carefree attitude, she is vigilant of her surroundings. Froakie is both light and strong, making her capable of jumping incredibly high.
I sigh as Boombox takes to the air alongside Pancho, whom Joseph calls out. Andrew and Emily pull out PokéDexes (of course) to fill in the data for Boombox and Pancho, who are of the Noibat and Pancho species respectively.
Andrew whips his PokéDex towards Boombox, who flinches before realizing that the PokéDex doesn't do anything. Andrew's PokéDex reads out: Noibat, the Sound Wave Pokemon. They live in pitch black caves. Their enormous ears can emit ultrasonic waves of 200,000 hertz. That is enough to make even a robust wrestler become dizzy and unable to stand. I smirk as Andrew's face pales before he regains his "cool kid" composure.
Emily points her PokéDex at Pancho: Pancham, the Playful Pokemon. It does its best to be taken seriously by its enemies, but its glare is not sufficiently intimidating. Chewing on a leaf is its trademark.
Don George sighs before swinging his arms down strongly, calling out, "BATTLE START!"
I barely get enough time to take a breath before Andrew calls out for Chespin to use Tackle on Pancho. Meanwhile, Emily decides to hold Froakie back, waiting for Pancho to make his move before attacking him.
"Pancho, jump up and Arm Thrust downwards!" Joseph orders. The Playful Pokemon leaps up, successfully avoiding Chespin and sends him into the ground with a powerful Arm Thrust. As soon as he lands, Froakie cannonballs into him, knocking him back a few feet. Boombox had Pancho covered though, as he swoops in and grabs Pancho before dropping him into a battle stance. Boombox settles down next to Pancho, hovering in mid-air as they have a stare-off with Froakie and Chespin, who recovered from the Arm Thrust.
The tension was as thick as it could be before Andrew calls out a command for his Pokemon.
"Chespin, grab Froakie with Vine Whip!" Andrew demands. I nearly choke on my intake of air as I race to think exactly why he'd use a super-effective move against Froakie, whose defenses are weaker than wet paper. Then my pupils dilate as I realize what he's doing.
"Frooooaaakieee!" The Bubble Frog Pokemon cries out before he slams into Pancho with Quick Attack and the added momentum of Chespin throwing Froakie with the Vine Whip. Arceus, Pancho's already taken two hits from Froakie. The frog's pace was, at the moment, her greatest weapon. Andrew and Emily probably know this, and I'm willing to bet my money that that's what they want to do: Abuse Froakie's pace and let Chespin chip in with some hard blows on the side.
"Pancho, hook onto Boombox!" Joseph yells out, panic creeping into his voice ever-so-slightly. I ask for Boombox to let Pancho hop on, and I decide to use my first attack.
"Boombox, Air Cutter!" The Sound Wave Pokemon lets a vicious torrent of air at Chespin, who is forced to avoid it. Pancho jumps off and uses Tackle on Chespin at full force, nailing him. Froakie tries to use Pancho's head as a springboard to jump up and Quick Attack Boombox, but another Air Cutter sends the Kalos starter sprawling to the ground. Boombox snickers before rising up and shoots down for Pancho again. He almost got there.
"No you don't! Chespin, use Vine Whip and aim for the legs!" The Spiny Nut Pokemon whips two vines at bullet speed at Pancho's legs, which get tangled in the vines. Boombox tries to speed up, but Froakie times her jump perfectly before cleanly hitting Boombox in the torso with a crunching Quick Attack. Chespin grins before lifting Pancho and smashing him into the ground. Pancho growls before attempting to slash his way out. Froakie dashes over after she lands and stuffs some of her Frubbles in Pancho's face.
I smile, seeing that Froakie was engaged in combat with Pancho and Chespin was isolated-sort of. But that's all we need. Boombox also noticed, as he swoops in yet again, this time hooking onto Chespin and tossing him.
"Chespin, no!" Andrew cries out before angrily turning on Emily. "DO SOMETHING!"
"Right. Froakie, bounce off Pancho and Quick Attack into Boombox!"
"I don't think so! Boombox, move backwards!" The Sound Wave Pokemon hovers backwards, carrying Chespin (and by extension, Pancho) backwards. Froakie had nowhere to jump off of, and as Pancho slides backwards, he's able to get an Arm Thrust onto Froakie. Boombox then unceremoniously drops the Kalos Grass-type starter onto the ground.
He quickly charges up an Air Cutter and slices through the vines, freeing Pancho. Next, Boombox picks Chespin up again (poor guy) and does an aerial, whipping Chespin into the wall in the process. The Spiky Nut Pokemon flies into the wall behind the two (soon-to-be) TV personalities. To rub salt in the proverbial wound, Boombox fires a row of Air Cutters at the wall were Chespin was embedded like a wave of death. Chespin falls down with the swirls in his eyes. Now it was just Froakie versus Pancho and Boombox. Not exactly a fair match if you ask me.
"Froakie, use- What?" Emily is caught off guard as Pancho breaks into a dead-sprint and does his best imitation of a Falcon Punch, holding the position in dramatic fashion, sending Froakie tumbling down head-over-heels. When she stops rolling and shakily gets up, Boombox's Air Cutter is perfectly timed, ending the match with a devastating double, throwing her into unconsciousness.
"Both Froakie and Chespin are defeated. This means that the winners are Joseph and Tyler!" Don George acclaims, motioning towards our side. I punch the air in victory as Joseph grins boyishly. He rubs his head innocently as I give him a fist bump with his other available hand.
Pancho and Boombox were dancing around like little kids, reveling in their victory. Emily dashes out to Froakie and cradles her before sprinting out, most likely going to heal Froakie.
Andrew just glances at me before giving me the middle finger. I don't even bother to retaliate as he recalls Chespin and leaves the battlefield without a sound. I could feel the atmosphere lighten up. This battle was intense. Not difficult, but the vibe was intense.
Don George whistles lowly before walking over to us. "So, should I just make two checks for 2500 Poke for the two of you guys?"
"Yeah, that'd be sweet. Thanks Don George!"
"Then follow me," he motions for us. Pancho waddles after us, trying to catch up to Joseph. Boombox flutters to my shoulder, moving my Beats which tickles my neck slightly.
"You know, Professor Sycamore's assistant, Janice, was talking to me about how Professor Sycamore has a surplus of PokéDexes, Kalos-3 version, I think." Joseph perks up immediately, and I suddenly have my interest piqued.
PokéDexes' model names are determined by which region they are produced in. The number tells you what version and all that jazz. Anyway, moving on. If there are extra PokéDexes that Sycamore has, then we might have a chance to get a PokéDex for ourselves. Which means, we can go for a Pokemon journey. And, it's already summer, so we can travel right away continuously, rather than waiting for little two week periods of break during the school year.
"I thought of you two, since you guys drop by quite a bit and vocalized about your wants for a Pokemon journey. So…" Don George trails off before entering his office. He comes out a minute or two later with the checks for us, and hands us the all-powerful piece of paper quite casually.
"So, you're saying that if we ask, we can ask Sycamore about us getting PokéDexes? Joseph blurts out. I hit him with a punch in the shoulder before thanking Don George for the money.
"Theoretically, yes. Most likely, he'll have you battle his aides to "prove" you're worthy, but he should be giving you the Dex without any real hassle."
"Great! Don George, can we heal our Pokemon here before we go to Sycamore's lab?"
"Of course! Here, I'll take them and heal them up in no time at all!"
"Okay, Pancho, head with Boombox and Don George to get healed!" Joseph tells Pancho. He waddles off with Boombox flying behind him.
I discreetly hold my fist out for Joseph to hit back. If this goes well, then we could travel the Kalos region. If not…
No. No way in hell I'm thinking like that. We got this.
Right?
And that's a wrap! I think that I'm not going to a SYOC for this story, because I already have one in the Isle of the Champions. Damn, now I have to update that as well… Moving on!
The opinion of the day is: How's Omega Ruby and Alpha Sapphire? I don't have a 3DS, so yeah…
1) This is the 2014-15 English Premier League Ball. It's a really nice ball, and I am the proud owner of one
That's all I have for today. See y'all later.
Aurastorm out, ciao!