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Look! I updated! Again! This time it's pokemon!


In retrospect capturing an unknown pokemon and then expecting it to obey you instantly was a pretty dumb idea, Elijah was ready and willing to admit it. He had the claw and teeth marks to ground him firmly in reality. Elijah picked sullenly at the large white bandage around his arm. The absol was still un-named, Elijah was debating Killer or Ripper or Unholy Terror.

When he had taken it back to the Pokemon center that first time, the nurse had looked at the absol's stats and given him a downright scary glare. In a very steely tone she had asked him how long he had owned the absol, fingers already clacking over the keys of her computer. Elijah had answered truthfully, her attitude had shifted from cold hard anger to disproving and stern. This absol as far too strong for a beginner trainer like himself, she had said, it also appeared to have suffered through a series of terrible battles, but didn't seem to be trained itself. The Nurse's best guess was that the absol, who was a male, might have been run out of his own territory during mating season and had drifted over to these routes. Elijah just nodded his head, and did not elaborate on how he had found the absol, or the two trainers chasing after it, merely sticking to his very truthful story of running into in the woods.

The nurse had sighed and tried to warn him again. The absol wouldn't listen to Elijah; he was a new trainer and had no badges to his name. She tried to persuade Elijah to release the absol to the care of the pokemon center, where he would be well cared for until a trainer with the right badges and experience could train him properly. Elijah had listened to everything the nurse said and then politely and firmly told her in no uncertain terms that he was keeping the absol. He had caught him, and he would train him, end of story.

The reality of the nurse's warnings was driven home when Elijah let the absol out for the first time. Ten rather expensive stitches and a quick shopping trip for a new shirt later and Elijah was more than ready to admit that maybe he had bitten off more than he could chew. It was also rather embarrassing to have to face the disproving stare of the nurse every time he returned to the center after the latest failed training session. But Elijah was nothing if not determined and he had tried a variety of different tactics to get the absol to listen to him. They included: bribes(which provided a few moments distraction before Elijah got clawed), letting the absol out at different times of the day to see what it preferred(night time obviously, he was faster to snap at Elijah in the early morning.), and even attempting to fight him into submission(Elijah's arm had looked like he had arm wrestled barbed wire.). None of which had even remotely worked.

Elijah was hesitant to ask other trainers hanging around the pokemon center for help. He didn't know, nor wanted to know what the two older trainers had been doing, tracking the absol. But he knew that if he asked around for help, word might get back to them and he didn't want to draw attention to himself. So he continued to suffer along with the untamed absol, doing his best, even though it wasn't good enough.

"Hey sis, I was hoping to catch you when you were in, but I guess I must have missed you…or you're sleeping." Elijah scratched his head and then continued. "Anyway, I just wanted to call and let you know that I made it to Oreburgh City safely. Hope you got the money I sent." Elijah twirled the cord around his finger. "I caught a new pokemon, he's an absol and more than a handful, but I think I'm doing okay." Yesterday the absol had waited five whole minutes before attempting to maul him. Elijah thought it was a sad state of affairs when that was considered progress, but he was stuck for the time being at least. "I don't have any badges yet, so I'm going to challenge Roark for one, hopefully later today. I'll call you and let you know how I did." The kid behind Elijah in line for the phone cleared his throat loudly and meaningfully. Elijah grinned mareepishly at him. "Alright, I have to go now, Love you sis!" He hung up and moved out of the way as the kid behind him wasted no time in picking up the phone.

Elijah slouched back to his room. Thankfully the center wasn't busy so he didn't have to share the room with other trainers. The room was big enough for two bunk beds; Elijah had claimed the bottom bunk of the right side. Sleeping closer to the floor allowed for Caper and Channeler to have easy access to move around early or late at night without waking him up. He let out a breath as the closed the door behind him and dropped onto his lower bunk with a sigh of relief. Between traveling here and attempting to train the absol, Elijah was absolutely wiped.

With a groan, he sat up and reached for his shoes. He'd feel better once he had a nap. After untying one shoe and letting it drop off his foot, he fished around in his pockets, pulling out his wallet and some crumpled pieces of paper and finally his two pokeballs. Elijah would usually let Channeler and Caper out in the evenings for some much needed bonding time. Caper immediately set out to explore the room, even though it had not changed since the night before, he wandered around, cooing to himself and running his stubby arms over the legs of the furniture of the room, eventually disappearing under the bunk bed where Elijah could the occasional sneeze as his pokemon was affected by the dust. Channeler had already set up on the bed, curled tightly into a ball on the center of the comforter, next to where Elijah was perched, wrestling off his remaining shoe.

Elijah had assumed that Channeler was fast asleep, until he felt the inquisitive touch on his mind. Channeler didn't quite communicate in words, but Elijah was assured by a nurse that that was perfectly normal of an abra and upon evolution, Channeler would be able to converse using human language with Elijah. As an abra though, he could only make vague impressions and emotions known. Elijah had gotten quite good at figuring out what Channeler meant, he had known the abra from a young age and was used to his form of 'talking'.

"I'm keeping the absol, Chan." He said, leaning down to slip his socks off. A side of concern seeped into his mind. "He might not be very…cooperative now," Elijah winced as the stiches pulled when he stretched his legs out, wiggling his bare toes and reveling in the feel of cool tiles against his sore heels. "But he'll come around." He grinned at the projection of disbelief. "Eventually." He allowed and Channeler responded with a distinct disgruntled feeling. Elijah laughed and reached over, tugging Channeler halfway onto his lap and running his fingers through the abra's short fur, he whispered to the half-asleep pokemon. "Just you wait."


This is a kinda 'blah' chapter. Next one I introduce A GIRL!

So yeah, stay tuned for that bit of nonsense.