Chapter last edited on: 6/7/15
First of all...For those of you who are impatient...Destiny will be meeting Ash soon...
Secondly: Destiny is not godlike and will never be godlike. She'll be strong...VERY strong... however even then she can still be defeated.
Yes...her defense is unreal! Remember however... In pokémon there is no such thing as an ultimate type ...every type has a weakness somewhere...and even a giant can be taken down by a well planned trap...or a stone thrown to the head. :-)
Destiny's current steel type can be easily defeated by a well trained fighting type. Also note: While her defense is second to none... (She can even see things in slow motion) Destiny is actually unable to use offensive moves. (In other words she can not use any attack as her current type is unable to do so. In that regard she is even weaker than a Magikarp)
This will change later on, but for now she is 100% unable to use any offensive moves. At least not correctly. Keep in mind however...defensive or reflective type moves which reflect an attack back can still work.
Now...Let's get on with the story:
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Previously on Paradox:
In the end Destiny finished eating and left the kitchen to go back to the recovery room to recover.
Soon she was fast asleep once more. She slept right through the rest of the day, to recover from and heal her remaining injuries.
Next day, she knew would be a difficult day. Next day Dave had said he would start training her.
Seeing as he was now grounded and therefore unable to leave the family property, he would have plenty of time to do just that. Unable to go out to see his friends... once he had finished all of the chores his mother would give him as part of his punishment for breaking the window with his alarm clock. Destiny just knew that the morrow would be a stressful and exhausting day indeed.
And now the continuation:
Chapter 7: Can't teach you anything
COCKADOODLE DO...
COCKADOODLE DO...
COCKADOODLE DO...
The next day had finally come...and for once Jeff, the old rooster, did not have to worry about any sudden flying alarm clocks, whizzing towards him in the morning light.
Then again...that was probably because there currently was no alarm clock to throw, as Dave's was broken and currently out of his reach.
There was nothing that could possibly stop him today...
Cluck! Cluck! Cluck! (Shut up...I'm trying to sleep here)
Well... almost nothing.
Destiny woke up with a small yawn. At first she simply lay where she was enjoying the morning quietness, but then she soon remembered that today was the day Dave had promised he would finally start training her.
Carefully testing her limbs, she was very happy that her wounds had all fully healed over the night. Not even a single ache or pain remained. It was as if the battle had never happened.
Amazed at how quickly pokémon healed and seeing that she was now as fit as a fiddle...or at least as close to it as she could be at that moment, Destiny, excited and a little too eager to finally train, quickly rushed through her usual morning routine, completely ignoring the various forms of her 'poké-mates' who were lying peacefully in their own pokébeds or indeed out of random open shelves or cupboards around the house. A quick grooming session shortly afterwards, -she had quickly learned the necessary fine art of cleaning oneself with the tongue-, it was only then, after she had finished, that she suddenly realised that Dave was not ready yet.
You could practically see a tick mark appear over her face when she suddenly realised that he wasn't even out of bed yet. Realising that even the others were only just beginning to wake up, she sighed. Settling down she decided to be patient and wait. It was after all, a Sunday morning.
However, her patience didn't last for long.
It was around seven when Destiny had woken up. By eight she was already fed, groomed and ready to go. Realising her mistake at ten past eight, Destiny was willing to wait until nine for Dave to wake up. That nine, however, soon turned into a double digit ten. Finally, it was at a quarter past ten that her patience finally failed. Sunday morning or not, she refused to wait any longer.
Like a mon on a mission, she hovered up the stairs and began to search for Dave's room.
A few minutes later, anybody who was still asleep, was woken up by a loud yelp, originating from the only non-pokémon male of the house.
Destiny, having found Dave's room and finding her trainer still snoring peacefully, in the midst of a dream, removed the covering from his foot... found his toe...and...
...Well...I believe you already know the rest.
It was very easy to get Dave out of bed after that. In fact... it didn't just get him out of bed... it got everybody out of bed.
Shortly afterwards Dave could be seen, one foot firmly in his hand, hoping towards the showers. Where he then spent the next few minutes holding his abused toe under the cold water. Destiny may not have bitten hard enough to draw blood...but it still hurt like hell!
Dave's cry did, of course, bring the rest of the house up to his bedroom door. However, as soon as they found out what had happened, some laughed at Dave's newest predicament. Well, Ayla and some of the other pokémon did. They found it very funny. Amelia, however, was not so impressed and showed her ire with a quick stinging slap to Destiny's rump.
It hurt but Destiny didn't care. Destiny thought that the small, nearly playful slap on her rump, which she received for her miss-deed, was well worth it. The small pain was already fading quickly anyway.
Shortly afterwards and a quite thorough examination later, much to her embarrassment, Destiny was soon given a clean bill of health. Hardly a surprise really.
That was not, however, the end of her wait.
Because of the grounding, which her trainer had received, due to his morning misdeed the other day, Dave was given a list of chores to do around the house which he would have to complete before the end of the week...or risk his mother wrath. Annoyed, but knowing better than to annoy him, or anybody else for that matter, Destiny grudgingly left Dave alone and began to explore the rest of the house. Afterwards, she joined Dave and his other pokémon in the garden to watch them work.
Dave, at the time, was doing some weeding in the garden. The flower beds, all twelve of them had to be weeded by the end of the week. The interesting and surprising part from Destiny's perspective was that the others were helping him.
Once again, it is important to note that a pokémon, while indeed an animal, is not a 'normal' animal. Far from it.
Unlike normal animals, pokémon...or at least some of them, can, and in most cases will, gladly help their trainer, or trainers, with certain household chores.
The moment Dave saw her, he asked her to help him.
At first Destiny was not so so willing. After all, she had to do plenty of chores in her past life. As an animal, she now thought she would never have to do them again.
That soon changed however, when the others began to give her annoyed looks. It seemed they expected her to help. In the end she once again, grudgingly, decided to help out. Besides, she was bored... and she also realised, the longer it took for Dave to finish his chores, the longer she'd have to wait for him to train her. So it was actually in her best interest to help anyway. She therefore began to grab what she could with her small claws, and so, three hours of weeding later, the three designated garden beds they were working on for the day, were finally free of weeds.
It was now around noon. Dave, finally finished with his chore, for that day at least, was finally free to train his pokémon.
Dave knew, being grounded as he currently was, he couldn't leave the house to go to their normal training area in the near by park. With that in mind he chose to take his pokémon into the far end of the garden instead.
It was probably for the best anyway. Word of his humiliating battle and near defeat had already spread. Ayla, who had thankfully missed the battle, had already warned him that many trainers, who had at one time been afraid of him, were now openly making fun of him instead. Dave vowed that once he was free, he would regain his reputation. For now though he was actually quite happy that he could use his grounding as a good valid excuse not to visit any of his friends. At least for the next week.
Destiny and the others, eager to finally start, followed him to an open area in the garden. And so, just a few minutes later, Dave was looking at each of them, trying to decide what they would be working on for the next few hours.
"OK...let's see... Let's see what we should do today," he said as he scratched his chin with one hand, obviously in deep thought.
"Charla," he said, getting the fire lizards attention.
"Try to continue working on that flamethrower attack of yours. You know, the one we started to work on a week ago," he said looking at the charmeleon.
Charla nodded, clearly remembering the small, hardly noticeable, flame she had created a week ago.
"See that large rock, over there?" Dave asked, pointing towards a rock in the distance. Charla nodded again, showing that she did indeed see the rock Dave was pointing at.
"See if you can hit it from that tree over there," he said, pointing to a tree which was about 10 meters away from the rock. "Once you can hit it effectively, start moving away from it by, let's say, five meters each time," he ordered. Charla nodded and began to move over to the rock to begin her training.
Turning to face Sandy next, he looked at the sandshrew and nodded. "Sandy," he said. Said mouse looked at him showing that he heard him and had his full attention.
"I'd like you to work on your speed. You were a little slow in that last battle. That Rhydon was able to attack you way too quickly.
Sandy had a small pout on his face but nodded, showing that he understood. He could still clearly remember the bruise he had received for his slowness and didn't want it to happen again any time soon.
"Harpy...and Ringo...your going to help him and do some target practice at the same time. Both pokémon looked up at their names.
"Your going to try and hit Sandy with long ranged attacks only, while Sandy will try and dodge you," Dave said.
Hearing this Sandy gulped while Harpy and Ringo smirked. Target practice, when they weren't the targets, was always fun.
"Sandy... don't use dig," Dave ordered.
Sandy grimaced, this was not going to be easy. But it wouldn't be training if it was easy, he reminded himself.
Oh yes...this was going to be fun, the two designated attackers thought.
"Harpy...Ringo... Remember we don't have pokécenter in the village, so don't overdo it." Dave added, seeing their eager expressions. "
All three nodded and soon they left to train.
Turing to his fifth pokémon Dave simply shook his head. There wasn't really much Stinger could do in his current form.
"Stinger...I know you can't move or do much right now, except to harden maybe so... why not try to harden faster... Try to decrease the amount of time it takes to harden your body and try to make it harder too. Other than that you could practice you're string shot. Try to grab a few of the apples from the trees."
That said, Dave turned to face Destiny who he had left for last.
Destiny who had been listening as Dave gave the others some orders, quickly came to attention and watched him eagerly. Finally, at long last, it was her turn.
"Finally, last...but not definitely not least," Dave said turning to look at her and frowned. "Truthfully... at the moment, I have no idea where to start with you," he said after a second.
"There is no real kind or easy way to say this...so I'll just say it as it is... your...no...our... performance the last day...and that's actually giving it a nice word...was not up to standard," he continued saying, picking his words carefully.
Destiny nodded solemnly as she remembered the humiliation of her first battle and could only nod in agreement. It really had not been any good at all.
Dave sighed. "In fact I'd even go as far as saying that it was a complete 'H.U.B.A.R.' disaster, with a capital H," he said, looking right at Destiny as he spoke. "A complete humiliation-beyond-all-reality-disaster," he said, which caused Destiny to cringe.
"THAT!...," Dave said, nearly shouting out the that, which made Destiny jump in alarm, "...can not and will not be allowed to happen again," he continued, which caused Destiny to look away in shame. She knew he was right.
Dave also looked away. "Of course, a lot, if not most of the blame rests on my shoulders," he continued, quietly. Hearing this Destiny looked at him again, in slight shock.
"I, in my idiocy, should have known better than to make that bet."
"'I'" he said, stressing the 'I' and saying it loudly too, "should have thought for a second and actually planned for once."
"'I'" he said stressing the word 'I' again, louder than before, slight dislike in his voice, making Destiny take a step back. "Should have trained you 'first' and actually found out what you could do, 'before,' the battle took place," he said stressing the words 'first' and 'before'.
"Just as much as 'you' should have been awake at the start of the battle," he added, stressing the word 'you' while looking right at Destiny, staring right at her. Destiny found it quite difficult not to look away.
"Those mistakes will be rectified right now and will not be made again," he said in a way, which made Destiny somewhat nervous.
"RIGHT!...First! ...a little warm up. I want ten laps around the garden...Come! Follow me!" Dave said as he began to run.
For a second or two, Destiny stared at him, incredulously. 'What!...running!...Laps!' her mind screamed at her. 'But I don't like running,' she reminded herself. Looking at the garden Destiny realised, in horror that the garden was not actually a garden, but more like a field like extension of the backyard. The Stone family lived on a small farm. It must have been at least half a kilometre in size. That made this easily a five kilometer run, not a warm up. 'If this was a warm up, then what would the real thing be like?' she wondered.
"Come on, we haven't got all day, you were very eager this morning, now get to it," he called out, already several meters away.
"Well at least he's doing it too," she thought dismally. It took a few seconds but soon Destiny began to hover, reluctantly, by her trainers side.
And so began Destiny's first ever training session with dear old Dave.
She was a bit worried at first. In her past life Destiny had been what many people would have called a classic example of a couch potato. Exercise had not been a part of her everyday vocabulary. To be suddenly expected to run a ten lap, five kilometer 'warm-up,' around a garden was unthinkable for the former lazy girl.
She need not have worried though. As a human it may have been exhausting...now though...now, ten laps around the Stone's back garden, proved to be an easy feat.
Animals, pokémon or not, as a rule are usually always faster, more capable... very much in tune, with the old age task called exercise. More than humans will ever be. As a pokémon, she was therefore, very much surprised that it didn't stress her out much at all.
That soon changed, though - even if it wasn't for long - when Dave realised 'he' was having more of a workout than she was.
'Hey this isn't so bad after all. I thought it would be much worse,' Destiny thought, not realising that it was only because she was now differently built, more in tune to the physical stresses of exercise, than she had been when she was still a human. This sort of exercise what now easy for her.
Dave frowned as he suddenly realised, 'he' was working up a sweat, while his pokémon seemed to be hovered behind him at what seemed to be, for the pokémon; a leisurely pace.
He thought she would tire quickly. It was after all her first day and he wasn't exactly slow for a human.
Even if she was a pokémon and therefore automatically faster. He didn't think it would be that easy for her yet. 'Then again,' he reminded himself, 'Some are naturally good at running, or in this case hovering, than others.
'Looks like my newest pokémon, whatever dragon species she is, seems to be born for speed. She even seems to have no problems taking sharp turns, something which most fast pokémon usually have trouble with,' he thought, noting her advanced ability to take corners at a fast speed.
Usually the faster the pokémon, the more difficult it was for them to make a sharp turn...her snake like natural flexibility somehow seemed to negate that problem and made these turns very easy for her to maneuver. It was something which he thought would be very useful in the future and he was suddenly making plans of how to make good use of it in future battles.
Dave was still thinking of how he would use this new revelation to his advantage, when suddenly Destiny lost her concentration during the seventh lap and nearly smashed into the gardens back wall.
Dave gasped as he saw what had nearly happened. As the trainer, he, not the pokémon, would be responsible for any damages caused. Dave really had no intention of having to pay for, or indeed repair, a wall the next day because one of his pokémon smashed into it. He already had enough to worry about with the shed window as it was and did not need a garden wall added to the list.
"OK... STOP!..." he called out, annoyed at what had nearly happened. Coming to a complete stop, he turned around.
Destiny, completely taken by surprise by the sudden stop, and still shaken and recovering from her near accident, didn't react quickly enough. Startled, Dave had only just enough time to cry out and quickly jump head first out of the way, straight into a near by rose bush, before he was flattened and run over. Not a very pleasant experience to say the least.
Dave swore heavily and gave her an almost professional 'evil eye' look as he plucked himself out of the bush, trying to ignore the numerous scratches he now sported. He continued to stare at her for a few more seconds after that, before he finally looked away and sighed.
"Ok...this isn't working out the way I thought it would," Dave said. Destiny, for her part, looked away mareepishly. She really would have to stay more alert from now on.
"Since you seem to have been born for running...or in your case hovering...I want you to give me...one hundred laps around the garden instead...," he ordered, with a smirk.
Destiny blinked at first, but then shrugged. 'What! That's all? she thought. At least that's what she thought until she heard what Dave said next:
"As fast as you can."
Dave hoped that by increasing her speed, she would have to stay more alert. 'And it might even tire her out too. Which would be a bonus,' he thought a second later.
'Ok...maybe not as easy as I had hoped...but still, it can't be too bad...right?' she asked herself, unsure. seven laps had been easy... surely a hundred wouldn't be that much worse. 'Then again...going faster will probably be a lot more exhausting too, she reminded herself.
"Well,... What are you waiting for!... Get to it!" Dave said as he resumed his own run.
Destiny shrugged and started to hover after him. She quickly picked up speed. It took a lot more energy to maintain the speed, but it wasn't that much different.
Easily passing him by, once, then twice, then three times, getting faster each lap, Destiny was beginning to get the hang of it and even began to enjoy it too.
Dave could only stop and gape in amazement as she became faster and faster.
'It's as if she isn't tired at all. In fact she is actually getting faster,' he thought, amazed.
Then, suddenly there was a flash of light.
Dave only had a second to blink before Destiny suddenly became a blur, only barely visible to the naked eye. Unable to adapt to the sudden speed change, she promptly lost control and with a loud crash, smashed, head first, right into a near by tree.
The last thing Destiny knew was tremendous pain - worse than she had ever felt before -, a loud scream of horror - from Dave -, then a loud smashing sound, a smash which could be heard several kilometers away, before she finally lost consciousness and all went black.
I didn't know it at the time, but at that moment I learned my first move: agility.
Agility as you may well know, raises the speed of the pokémon who uses it by a factor of 2, sometimes even 3, or more, each time you use it. Having already been a very fast pokémon beforehand. In fact, way above that which was actually normal for pokémon in general, but just average for my particular species. Again something I didn't know at the time. The moment I used agility I became so fast that I left an afterimage behind me.
Problem was: going at such a high speed takes a lot of control. Control which I simply didn't have yet. Thus, in the end I lost control. Hence my accident.
When I came back to my senses several hours later, I had a splitting headache the size of Mount Everest back in my old world, and a large bandage all over my head. Not surprising really when you consider that I had crashed head first into a near by tree at a very fast speed. I guess, all in all, I should be thankful, I never got brain damage from the incident.
I later found out, that the tree I had crashed into... or rather flown through, had collapsed shortly after I had hit it. I still have no idea how I managed to do that, or indeed how I survived the experience. It must be a pokémon thing. Pokémon, in general, can take tremendous amounts of punishment and still keep going.
Unfortunately, the same could not be said for the tree, which landed right on top of the garden shed (and chicken roost), nor indeed, the Garden shed, which was now smashed and in great need of repair, much to Jeff's...and overall Dave's rather loud dismay and horror.
And so ended my first day of training.
Training Day 2:
It look a full day for me to recover from my sudden accidental kamikaze act. The garden shed, unfortunately, could not say the same, much to Dave's dismay and Amelia's most furious ire.
That shed held a lot of her chickens (not to forget the old rooster Jeff) and Amelia had not been impressed to say the least. Dave, as the trainer was responsible for any damages his pokémon did. As such he was the one, not the pokémon, who was punished for the misdeed. As if being grounded had not already been bad enough.
Luckily, miraculously, none of the chickens were harmed. It did take them a while to calm down though afterwards.
When I was finally able to train again the next day, Dave was understandably very nervous around me (and his mother for that matter who was still furious with him) and didn't let me do much. For the full day he treated me as if I was a fragile egg. That was probably a good thing when you think about it.
Believing it was best to stay on the safe side - at least for now - Dave had simply told me to 'take it easy' for the day. Dave himself took the day off. At least when he was not busy repairing the garden shed.
All in all a fairly boring day...
So ended training day number two.
Training Day 3 (which was really day 2):
Finally! Finally the day had come. Finally, after a two day delay, it was time for some real action. Amelia had finally cooled down enough for Dave to risk taking some time to train his pokémon again. After a full morning of repairing the garden shed - where we all helped him in our own ways - Dave allowed me to try a few 'simple' moves of my own. It wasn't much... a simple tackle and a scratch attack. Nothing major. But still... considering how I had messed it up the other day, it was probably for the best. Either way, I was finally allowed to try to hurt something. Even if it was only another tree.
This time Dave made sure to stay far away from the remains of the garden shed, or any other building for that matter.
Problem was...I still couldn't actually do it right.
Somehow, no matter what I tried, I always messed up.
According to the facts, a tackle attack is one of the most basic moves, nearly every pokémon can do. Only a few can't and usually those could use the scratch move instead.
For instance. From the way my body was built I should, by all rights, have been able to do both with little to no problems. I had the claws - even if they were tiny - for the scratch attack and an almost perfect body for the tackle attack. But for some strange reason I... just could not do it.
To do a tackle attack correctly one would have to ram at a target, in my case a tree, at a fast speed, using your own body weight to power the move. So far so good. The problem however is that you have to do it in such a way that you don't get 'impact damage' while still doing damage to your target. This was usually done by jumping at the target at the last second and using it as a type of spring board, right before you knock into it, thereby damaging your target, but hopefully not yourself.
At least that was the general idea, in theory at least. Actually Doing it, however, proved to be quite difficult.
I had the speed. I had the weight. I had the necessary power. I definitely had the body for it... It was after all a body of steel...
But somehow, I always...and I mean always, messed it up. No matter what I did. Sometimes in quite humiliating ways.
Did you think my overturning in the battle was a fluke? Well...guess again because it wasn't. It happened and it happened a lot.
First of all, hovering in general and hovering when attacking are completely different. When attacking you need a lot more control. Something which I simply didn't have.
My second attempt, at the tackle attack, consisted of literally half a dozen 'mundane' bird eggs falling from a nest of a second tree I had knocked into. Not only did I hurt myself by doing the move incorrectly, but the eggs then proceeded to land with several wet *splats* on top of my head.
The others couldn't stop laughing and teasing me about it for the rest of the day.
By the end of day five, Dave was getting frustrated. Really frustrated.
Nothing he tried to teach me seemed to do any good. I didn't even show any signs of improving.
After a fairly painful morning, where Dave allowing the others to attack me, thereby hoping to force me to use a move instinctively, he then tried to teach me all of the basic offensive moves he thought, a mon like myself, should be able to handle; from tackle attack (the easiest) to Take Down (Which knocked me out for the rest of the 5th day).
None of them worked. The only things I gained for my efforts were frustrated yells from Dave...and pain, lot's of pain, more frustrated yells and even more pain. More pain...Oh...did I mention pain? Well... it's worth saying again. Pain!
On the 6th day, Dave, out of pure desperation, even tried to teach me a dragon type move: Dragon Rage.
He couldn't accuse me of not trying. I really did try. But once again it just wouldn't work. It seemed I was cursed to fail everything I did.
And so, by the end of the sixth day, Dave, his nerves frazzled, having already screamed at me twice that morning, was just about ready to throw in the towel.
Dave seriously didn't know what to do anymore. Dragging his hands through his hair in frustration, even pulling at it, he barely noticed when Ayla, who had been watching Destiny's attempts, began to fiddle around with his pokédex.
She was quite sympathetic to her brothers, and overall Destiny's plight. Having watched all of their disastrous attempts she really felt sorry for both of them.
Word of Dave's and Destiny's attempts had already spread throughout the village and Dave was quickly becoming a joke amongst the other trainers.
Just last day one had asked Ayla when her bother was finally going to set 'her' free. Truthfully Dave had already been considering doing just that. It probably would have even been kinder. However, he hated giving up. To give up now was like proving the others were right. He just couldn't, wouldn't accept that.
At least not yet.
As it was, both, Ayla and Dave were really looking forward to getting out of the village for a while. If only to get away from their ever increasingly stressed mother.
Ayla had asked her mother if they could go early, but Amelia had been adamant that she would not shorten Dave's punishment for any reason, barring nothing short of an emergency. She was really ticked of about the garden shed. She had even hinted that Dave would be continuing his punishment, when he returned later from their trip, much to Dave's increasing dismay.
He knew he was treading on very thin ice at the moment. Anymore and he feared his mother might actually snap.
Ayla, who had been watching Dave's and Destiny's attempts at training for the past few days, was currently bored and checking out a few of Dave's pokémon by scanning them with the pokédex. It was now Destiny's turn.
(((Pokémon Scanned)))
(((Updated Limited Information Available)))
(((Displaying information)))
Pokémon Data:
Pokémon Name: Unknown (More information required)
Nick Name: I Don't Know
Pokémon Registration Number: 1332ALPHA1985G364365DELTA08
Original Trainer: David (Dave) Tyronius Stone Reg: 14573FOX345ECHO459005
General Information:
Insufficient data. (Uplink to main database required for information transfer)
Evolutions: Unknown
Current evolutionary level: Level 1
Height: 4' 13" (1.25m)
Weight: 110 lbs
Species: Dragon Hybrid
Type(s): Dragon, Steel
Abilities:
Primary: Levitation
Secondary: Unknown
Other abilities: Available (Unknown)
Gender: Female
Primary Weakness: Fighting types (Provisional)
Moves Learned:
Agility
(((This pokémon seems completely incapable of learning offensive moves. How intriguing!)))
Ayla's giggled again as she read the name Dave had given her. Then her eyes went wide when she heard what the pokédex spoké.
"WHAT!"
Dave who had been groaning after watching Destiny break a claw-nail on a near by rock, froze, and turned around to look at the machine.
"What did it just say?" he asked again, incredulously.
(((Realtime observations strongly suggest that this pokémon is incapable of effectively utilising offensive moves.)))
"But...but.. but..." he stuttered, unable to say anything else for a few seconds. Taking a deep breath, he continued. "How is that possible..." Dave asked, incredulously, as he walked up to where Ayla was holding his pokédex, doing his best to ignore Destiny who was currently holding her damaged claw gingerly in her other claw, like a woman would, in her hand, if she had just broken her fingernail.
"Every pokémon knows some sort of an offensive move," he added quietly, taking the pokédex from Ayla's hands.
(((Unknown, insufficient data available)))
"Hey...she knows agility," Dave suddenly cried out as he read through Destiny's available information. He hadn't read though it since that first time.
"When did that happen?" he asked, his eyes glued to Destiny's first learned move.
(((Unknown, insufficient information available)))
"Is there anything you can tell me," he asked.
The pokédex didn't answer.
Dave shrugged then said: "Oh well, it was worth a try." Then he turned to call out to Destiny.
"Hey Destiny,"
Destiny hearing Dave speak, looked up from her broken claw-nail, and turned to face him.
"Try agility!"
Aylas eyes widened as she heard Dave's command.
"Er Dave..." she started to say.
For a second Destiny didn't know what to do and looked at Dave strangely. 'Agility? What's that?'. But then she remembered that she had indeed heard of such a move before. It was not an offensive move but rather a status changer instead. But wasn't Agility a psychic move? 'That's strange...I'm not a Psychic pokémon,' she thought, but then shrugged, deciding to give it a go. After all what did she have to lose. Besides if she remembered correctly Pikachu also knew the move and wasn't psychic either. So why couldn't she do it too. Either it worked or it didn't. It's not like as a status changer could hurt her...right?
'Now let's see,' she thought. 'According to what I have read I have to add some of my internal power to my leg muscles just before I use them... in my case I will have to add some more power to whatever it is I do when I hover,' she thought and got ready to attempt the new move. A move which she somehow already knew...but didn't.
Ayla flinched as she saw Destiny get ready to do the move. Once again she tried to speak up.
"Em...Dave...I really don't think that's a good idea," she said, hurriedly, while taking a few steps back.
Dave looked at her, confused.
"Why...agility is not an offensive move. It couldn't possibly...,"
*CRASH*
Dave cringed. "Oh bugger."
...
...
...
"That's why," said Ayla looking down, miserably, face palming, just as a very, very loud angry scream came from the house.
"DAVID!"
Both siblings looked at each other in horror.
"Oh shit!"
Night had come and Dave was currently crying. He was currently in his room, quietly looking through a few files on his computer, hardly stopping, or caring about the tears which were falling down his face.
His mother, who had finally snapped, had been absolutely furious and had made her increasing ire known in a very harsh way.
He and Destiny had been 'grounded' by the angry mother. In Destiny's case...permanently. Destiny had been confined to her ball - which had then been confiscated by Amelia. Her ball would remain with Amelia until they left for their 'final' journey, at which point she had ordered Dave to take the ball with him and give it to Professor Oak in Pallet town, on their way to Cerulean City.
Amelia had called the two of them menaces to society and had forbidden Dave, much to his horror, from ever training her again. Realising what was happening Ayla had desperately asked if she could have her instead. But Amelia had been very adamant that the pokémon had to go. Ayla had then proceeded to beg, then whine, which had earned her a very painful smack across the face for her troubles, from a very angry mother. That had stunned and shut her up. Ayla had then retreated to her room where she had not emerged from since.
Finally Amelia had even gone as far as to threaten to remove Dave's trainer licence - as was her right as the guardian/parent of an underage trainer, until the trainer was 18 - if something like that every happened again. An ultimate punishment for any trainer.
As it was, Destiny would not be let out until they had left he village. Something which Destiny was secretly very happy about. She too was very distraught about what had happened. But she could understand Amelia, even if she wasn't very happy with her decision to give her away. In the end it was probably for the best. Maybe the famed professor could help her where Dave had failed. At the very least she would be close...or at least closer to Ash, her 'real' trainer. So all in all, while she was very sorry for Dave, this could actually be directly what she had been looking for all along.
Finally, Dave had been confined to his room. He was only let out to do his chores and for quick bathroom breaks, until they left for Cerulean City for Ayla's trainers license exam, which every new trainer had to pass before they could officially be recognised as an official trainer.
Dave took his punishment without much complaint, - to do so would only have made things worse anyway - which was why he was currently, teary eyed, filling out Destiny's transfer forms on his personal PC.
He was halfway through the second last form when suddenly a red light began to flash on his pokénav.
"Hello, what have we here," he murmured, as he checked the display.
Incoming call! - Susan
Would you like to accept the call?
Yes / No ?
Dave's eyes widened slightly as he saw who was trying to call him. It was his older sister, Susan.
Quickly pressing the accept call button, not enough time to fix, nor indeed caring how he currently looked like, he watched as Susan's face appeared on the pokénavs main screen.
"Hi Sis," he said half heartedly, as soon as the connection was fully established.
"Hello Dave...Dave?... What's wrong?" she asked, immediately realising that her brothers eyes were red from crying.
"I'm fine, don't worry about it. Personal problems," Dave replied, waving her of.
"Hmm...you don't look fine to me Dave? she said, worried.
"I'm fine," Dave replied, waving away the question again, which made Susan frown at him.
"If you say so," she answered, dubiously, but let the matter drop. If Dave wanted to tell her, he would.
"So...What's up? Where are you?" Dave asked after a short hesitating pause, where both siblings simply looked at each other, one in worry, the other through tearful eyes.
"Oh... I'm currently in Johto and I thought, hey, why not give my little bother a ring. So, here I am," she answered, before pausing. "Look, if this is a bad time, I can call again later," she added a few seconds later.
"Johto, wow...I've always wanted to visit Johto. What's it like?" Dave asked, ignoring Susan's question.
"Dave, I'm serious" Susan said loudly, getting frustrated with her brother.
"As am I," Dave responded, also getting louder.
Susan glared at him for a second but then shrugged. "Fine, be that way... Johto's great, lots of new interesting pokémon here... the countryside is nice, especially the sea. I spent last week fishing near Cianwood City, won the storm badge from Chuck and caught myself a Lanturn, a water electric type... you know the usual stuff. So, all in all, I'm having a great time. What about you...and the others?" she asked, interested in what had been happening back home.
"Me...well...same old... winning and losing battles...usually losing, he added with a grimace. Other than that helping Mum with the garden work...that sort of thing. Oh, and I got... had... a new pokémon too," he answered back, immediately crying fresh tears after finishing the sentence.
"Had...what do you mean had?" Susan asked. Suddenly her eyes widened. "Oh my...that's why you're crying...something bad happened to it. Oh I'm so sorry Dave," Susan said, suddenly really distraught herself. Nobody wanted anything to happen to their pokémon.
"Yeah...you could say that," said Dave, sadly.
"Dave... are you sure you don't want to talk about it" Susan asked, her worry increasing by the second. Her brother looked awful. Whatever had happened must have been extreme.
"No...everything fine," Dave answered again, giving her the same answer as before.
"Hmm..." Susan said. It was clear she didn't believe him.
"Is mum around?" she asked suddenly.
Dave cringed. He really didn't want to go near her right now. Not right now.
Susan noticed the cringe and looked at him sharply for a second. What was her brother keeping from her?
'Red eyes, crying, doesn't want to talk about 'it', whatever it was... it must have been huge.
'Dave...come on you can tell me, what happened?" she tried asking him again sympathetically, which caused Dave to groan pitifully. Why couldn't she just leave him alone, he wondered.
"Come on Dave, tell me, I can't help you unless you tell me," She tried again, trying to coax him to tell her.
Dave rolled his eyes but relented. Sighing he took a second to compose himself. 'Well, might as well tell her. It's not like she will not find out anyway,' he thought and turned back to look at Susan.
"Fine... I missed the rooster with my alarm clock and broke the garden shed window," he started to say, ignoring Susan who's eyes widened at what he had just told her.
"Then my new pokémon knocked over a tree, which just so happened to land on the same garden shed...," he continued. Hearing this Susan choked, her mouth gaping in astonishment.
"Finally the same pokémon, crashed into and broke the garden fence and a small bit of the house, after messing up a move. That was today," he said, blushing.
For a few seconds Susan could do nothing but stare incredulously at her brother. Was this a joke? she wondered. But no...Dave was serious... he wasn't joking, she realised.
'Holy crap,' she thought. She could hardly believe what he was telling her...yet...
"Your serious... you... broke the garden shed...and a part of the house," she said, shocked, her hand going to her mouth in shocked awe.
Dave nodded. "Well technically it was my pokémon, but yeah... the tree smashed the shed to pieces...and the house needs a new wall," he explained sullenly, looking away in annoyance.
It took Susan a few minutes to compose herself but finally she managed.
"Oh Dave... I'm sorry. Mom must have been steaming with rage," she said sympathetically. "No wonder she finally snapped," she added. Dave nodded, before suddenly more tears began to fall as he remembered what has happened next. "Oh yes, she was...very very...'very' angry," he replied nodding and stressing the last very, between sudden fresh sobs as he remembered what had happened.
"Yeah I can see that," Susan said, nodding sympathetically.
"Anyway...What's this I hear about a new pokémon. What do you mean had? Is she ok?" Susan asked, finally changing the topic, fearing the worst. If the house had been damaged, then she could only fear for the Pokemon.
"Oh she's fine...well mostly... My new pokémon and I have been having a few problems. For some reason when I try to teach her something she always...and I mean always, messes it up," he said sadly, wiping away a few tears and doing his best to compose himself for what he had to do next. "I simply can't understand it," he added morosely.
Susan's right eyebrow raised at the news. "Hmm...Have you asked Steven for help? She asked. "I'm sure he could help."
Dave shook his head, showing that he had not. " Nah, you know he's too busy with league duties right now, being what he is... I couldn't reach him," he answered.
"Ok...Maybe I can help. What is she? What's her name?" Susan asked doing her best to be and stay serious before frowning. "You still haven't explained the had part yet."
"I'm getting to that," said Dave with a sigh. "I have no idea what she is... unfortunately I can't show her to you since mom confiscated her pokéball," he said downcast. "However, maybe... wait a sec, here, let me send you a picture of her," he said, pausing as he pressed a few buttons on his pokédex, sending the picture to her pokénav.
Susan nodded and waited expectantly as she waited for the download to complete. Quickly she opened the new picture.
"Oh my goodness," she said a few seconds later. "Dave...I...I have no idea what that is...this is incredible...I've never seen or heard of this pokémon. It looks a like a dragon...kind of like a Dratini, but different... Dave...where did you find her?" she asked her brother, looking up from the picture, a serious business like look on her face.
"I found her egg, in the woods near to the house. It was strange. I was walking near by when I suddenly noticed a flash of light. Suddenly it was just there, in he middle of the road... as if it was waiting for me," he said, thinking back to that fateful day.
Susan's eyes widened. "Dave... eggs don't just appear out of thin air," she started to say, cautiously.
Dave nodded. "I know, I know. But that's what happened. And I couldn't just leave it there. I mean, it was in the middle of the road...and it was after all a pokémon egg. How often do you find a pokémon egg," he said, defending his actions.
Susan raised her hand. "I know...and I don't blame you. On the contrary I would have done directly the same thing. But you have to admit it is strange," Susan said with a far away look on her face.
"Do you know what type it is? There are after all over 646 different types of discovered pokémon and many more which haven't been found yet. Have you tried finding her in the National dex?" she asked.
"Dave shook his head. "No I didn't. I only have the Kanto dex and that didn't have anything...It's a steel-dragon type though...maybe you can find it," Dave said, looking at her. "Not that it matters anymore," he mumbled quietly to himself in a way that Susan couldn't hear him.
"A dragon-steel type! That's rare...that's very rare... hmm let me have a look," Said Susan as she took out her own pokédex. A few second later she looked up, a disappointed look on her face.
"Nope, sorry, not in mine either," she said after a few seconds. "Then again, I only have the Johto addons... its probably in the World-Dex," she said finally.
"Oh well, I guess it was worth a try," Dave said disappointed himself.
"Hey you never told me her name," Susan suddenly said. "And you still havn't told me about the had part," she said annoyed. Dave groaned. "You just had to remember that, didn't you," he mumbled inaudibly.
"What was that? I didn't catch what you said," Susan replied.
Dave sighed. "I don't know," Dave said awkwardly, looking out of the window as he said it.
"Huh...what do you... Oh, I see, You haven't named her yet. That's ok, many trainers don't name their pokémon. No need to be embarrassed about that," she answered, mistaking Dave's awkwardness for embarrassment.
"Yeah!...," Dave answered mareepishly, doing his best to hide his blush, not bothering to correct his sister.
"So...what happened. The 'had' part please?...Now!" Susan demanded. She would not allow Dave to avoid the question any further.
Dave sighed and nodded. Fine! "I said 'had,' because she isn't mine anymore. Or at least she won't be soon," Dave responded. It was really difficult for him to talk about this. Already he could feel new tears on the way.
"I told you about what happened with the garden shed, the house...and with the fence, right?" he asked.
Susan nodded. She was beginning to understand what must have happened and was feeling really sympathetic towards Dave now. More than ever.
"Well, the garden fence and house was the last straw which broke the Camerupt's back...or in this case mothers frazzled nerves," Dave continued dismally.
He paused, for a few seconds, talking a few deep breaths, before breaking out into new sobs.
"She said I have to give her away," he practically bawled. "I'm not allowed to have her anymore," he said though his tears.
Susan, seeing that her brother was becoming hysterical cringed and decided to end the call there. She really felt sorry for her brother. No trainer should be forced to give away their pokémon... It just wasn't right.
"Listen...can I talk to mum?" she asked which caused Dave to nearly freak out. He really did not want to go near her right now. Not while she was still in a bad mood.
'On second thoughts...don't bother..." she quickly added, seeing Dave's panicky look. "Just tell her I rang but that I didn't have much time."
Dave nodded thankfully.
"Tell her that I'm on my way back home," she said.
Dave looked up at that, his eyes widening slightly. "When?" he asked.
"After what I just heard, you lot need me at home...I'm going to ride Flarewing, I should be home in two days," she answered, seriously.
Dave did not like hearing that. If she came that soon his mother wouldn't let him go with Ayla. He'd be stuck at home, grounded for who knows when. He really needed to get out of the house...and the village for a while.
"I see...its just, well...Ayla and I are going... supposed to be going to Cerulean City tomorrow, for her trainers exam and we won't be home for at least a week, maybe two," he started to say, hesitantly. "I really want to...no I need to get out of here," he begged.
Susan hesitated, but then shrugged as she realised what he meant. "All right. No problem. I'll meet you in Cerulean city and we can walk back home together once your finished," she said, trying to calm her brother down.
"You sure," Dave asked, brightening up, if only a little. "That would be great. Thanks sis," he said thankfully. 'It will get me out of mums hair for a while, give her time to calm down, and I'll also get to see Susan,' he thought.
"I wouldn't have said it otherwise," Susan answered, happy that she was helping her distraught brother.
"That's great...you're the best sis... I owe you one," Dave answered. 'Phew, saved,' he thought, wiping a drop of nervous sweat of his face.
"No problem... I'll see you soon...Oh and make sure you have that pokémon of yours with you. I have got to see her before you give her away," she said, giving him a look which strongly suggested he'd regret it if he didn't.
"Don't worry, I don't think I could leave her here even if I wanted to. Mom want's her out as soon as possible," Dave said, shivering slightly at the thought. I don't know,' he thought to himself. 'I'm so going to miss you.' Once again fresh tears began to fall.
Seeing Dave was starting to cry again, Susan decided to finally end the call. "OK...I think that's it. We better stop now before you turn into more of a cry baby than you already are," she said, trying to make a small joke, but failing.
She sighed. "Listen...see you soon and stay out of trouble, she said, giving him a sympathetic smile.
Dave shivered slightly at the mere thought to getting into more trouble with his mother right now. However he managed to give her a small weak smile in return. "I'll try...and thanks," he answered and gave his sister a small wave.
A second later the connection terminated Susan was gone.
Dave sighed.
Finished with the call, Dave quickly finished the last forms and with another few tears rolling down his face he sent them away, sealing Destiny's fate. That done he shut down his computer and got ready for bed.
"Tomorrow we'll get out of here and then we shall see," he said to himself quietly as he got into bed.
Then he cried himself to sleep.
