Ashlyn Ketchum: Pokemon Champion
Capturing one of each Pokemon species in the world is a laudable goal, of course, but Ashlyn Ketchum believed in quality over quantity. Now add a dash of practicality, a touch of common sense, and a hint of maturity, and you have the beginnings of a Pokemon legend. fem!Ash Palletshipping
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There were few situations in which Ashlyn Ketchum didn't want to see Gary Oak, but trapped at the bottom of a deep pit was undoubtedly one of them.
"Need to get out, Ashlet?" Gary asked, peering over the hole. "I might be persuaded to give a helping hand, if you can ask nicely."
She scowled up at his smug, grinning face. "Go away, Gary."
The brunette cocked his head to the side, made a show of considering her words, and then shook his head. "Make me."
Ash narrowed her eyes. "I'm not afraid to electrocute you."
"I'm not afraid to press charges," he retorted, unclipping a Pokeball from his belt. "Kadabra, come on out!"
Ash's ire was temporarily replaced by curiosity and wonder as the second evolutionary form of one of the most powerful psychic types in the world appeared. The human-sized Pokemon was coloured a dusky yellow, with three-clawed hands, a bulky tail, a drooping mustache, and a pale pink star embossed on his forehead. A shiny silver spoon was held in his hand, and with a brisk slash of the air, it began to glow.
"Whoa- hey!" Ash shouted, as the psychic energy enveloped her body and began to lift her through the air. It was a truly odd feeling, not weightlessness like Ash would have expected, but that of being trapped in a thick, gelatinous liquid that sucked her through its chosen medium. "Gary!"
"Ashlet!" Her friend chirped back, laughter in his tone, as Kadabra gently placed her on her feet. At once, the energy seemed to disappear, making Ash feel temporarily dizzy and unbalanced. She might have fallen over, had Gary's hands not grabbed her shoulders, keeping her steady.
"I fell on my back the first time Kadabra used Psychic on me," Gary informed her, squeezing her shoulders before abruptly letting go. The male trainer turned his attention over to Pikachu, Misty, and Brock, as they were all levitated out of the pit. "Hello there, my name's Gary Oak."
"Misty Waterflower, and that would be Brock Harris," the red-haired girl replied, looking at him curiously, "Thanks for getting us out of there."
"Yeah, we really appreciate it," Brock added, rubbing his shoulder and wincing, "That fall wasn't fun. Do you know who did it?"
"The likely culprit would be the Squirtle Gang," Gary answered, "Officer Jenny told me that they like to run around the town, and play pranks on unsuspecting travellers. They tried something with me, but Wartortle scared them away."
He nodded proudly towards a smirking blue Pokemon, with a hard shell and curly blue tail.
"So this is you starter," Ash mused, sticking her hand out, "It's nice to meet you, Wartortle. I'm Ash, and this is Pikachu. We'll be your main rivals."
Wartortle eyed her with evident interest. "Tortle," he affirmed, shaking her hand politely.
In contrast, his trainer snorted in disbelief. "My main rival? Don't make me laugh, Ashlet."
Ash dropped the Pokemon's hand, and spun around furiously. "And what's so funny about that, Oak?"
"A pipsqueak like you couldn't even handle one small gang untrained Squirtles," the brown-haired boy taunted, "It wouldn't even be fair on my part to let you lose to my Pokemon. I'd feel terrible if I sent you home crying."
"You shouldn't make promises your Pokemon can't keep," the dark-haired girl stepped closer, head tilted upwards to increase the efficiency of her glare, "If you're so confident, than let's have a battle."
Gary replicated her action, until they were only a handsbreadth apart. This close, it was easy to see that he was almost a head taller than the dark-haired girl. "Name your terms."
"Two-on-two, no substitutions," Ash bartered, ignoring the way her friends stared at the two.
"You can only bring two Pokemon to battle, Ashlet?" Gary made a tsking sound, "How disappointing. The least you can make it is a three-on-three match."
Ash hesitated. She had caught Bulbasaur less than a week ago, and Charmander was in no state for a battle, but she really wanted to wipe that smirk off Gary's face… "You're on."
As their two trainers were trying to glare each other to death, their starters were having a far more congenial conversation.
'Hi! My name's Pikachu,' the electric mouse said, with a friendly expression, 'I'm Ash's starter.'
'I'm Wartortle, and that's… oh, he's sleeping again,' the water type sweat dropped, as saw his silent comrade, 'Ignore Kadabra. He's recently evolved, and hasn't managed to drop off his Abra habits yet.'
'That's fine,' Pikachu replied, politely, 'So, how's your trainer working out for you? My trainer talks about him sometimes.'
'Gary's great,' Wartortle said, mischievously, 'Though, he talks about your trainer at least once a day. It was nice of her to shake my hand.'
'She's that kind of human,' Pikachu's voice was filled with pride, 'The best type of trainer you can ask for. Only your trainer's turning her into an Ursaring on a bad day.'
The other Pokemon waved it off. 'Gary's a smart boy, but he hasn't learned how to talk to girls yet. Hey, you should meet the rest of our team one day. Fearow's convinced we're going to be in-laws.'
'Well I don't want to count any Exeggcute before they hatch,' Pikachu chuckled, 'But if there's one thing Pidgeotto's taught me, it's to never bet against the Pokemon with the aerial view.'
The Pokemon continued their amiable chatting for a few more minutes, until their trainers had finished insulting one another. Wartortle and Kadabra were then recalled, while Pikachu got scooped up by an irritated Ash. The group of teens then followed the brown-haired boy, as he led them to a riverside clearing fit for a Pokemon battle.
As Ash began to sulk, Misty walked forward until she was alongside Gary. Her friend had mentioned the boy often enough, that she was interested in knowing more about him.
"That Wartortle of yours looks very healthy," Misty complimented, "I specialize in Water Pokemon, so I could see the slickness of his skin and the way his fluffy blue ears spiked upward."
Gary looked surprised, but then a cocky grin crossed his face. "Well I learned a lot about Wartortle's type from Gramp's lab," he boasted, "His evolutionary line is difficult to evolve, but when he becomes a Blastoise, he'll be able to help me travel across the regions by sea. Blastoise have some of the best stamina of all Kanto Pokemon, and, while the Squirtle lines' defense has always been high, their attack power receives a major boost when they get those high-pressure canons. They're also particularly sensitive to vibrations in the ground, which makes it difficult to launch surprise attacks…"
Misty nodded, suppressing the urge to roll her eyes. Ash's description of her childhood playmate's arrogance didn't do it justice. "Is Wartortle the only Water Pokemon you have?"
"I also have a Krabby and a Poliwhirl," he answered, "I'm hoping to find a Tentacool along the coast, so I can add some more poison types to my team. My selection criteria for Pokemon isn't as selective as Ash's would be. She's always wanted a small, close team, that she could give a lot of personal attention to."
The redhaired girl's eyebrows rose. "You're not calling her 'Ashlet'," she noted.
"That name is mostly to annoy her," Gary grinned, "Did she tell you where it came from?"
Misty shook her head in the negative, and the brunette boy continued. "As a researcher, my Gramps has access to some exotic Pokemon from far-off regions. One day, he received a Unova water and flying type by transfer, so he could study its adaptability in Kanto's warmer weather. That Pokemon was a baby Ducklett, and he became obsessed with following Ash around. I think the poor guy just wanted attention, but every time Ducklett came close enough, he would soak Ash with a Water Gun. He was dedicated to it too; one day, he managed to escape the farm, and waddle down to Pallet Primary, where he used Rain Dance on the entire class!"
A mirthful smile cross his face, as he recalled the look of sheer horror on Ash's face that day.
"No matter what she did, Ash couldn't convince the Ducklett to leave her alone, or at least stop using Water Gun on her," Gary chuckled, "Daisy, my older sister, said that it looked like the baby Ducklett was following his mom around, so I coined the name 'Ashlet' from that. It frustrates her to no end, and reminds her of diminutive size at the same time. She even puffs up like an angry Ducklett's tail feathers whenever I say it."
"Okay, I can see why that would annoy Ash," Misty replied, laughing, "How many other funny childhood stories do you have of her?"
A wicked grin crossed the younger boy's face. "If there's a single embarrassing moment that I wasn't there for, I'd be surprised. Did she tell you about the time she used a Ditto to try and convince our teacher that shiny purple Vulpix can exist?"
By the time they had reached the battling area, the two trainers had found unlikely shared ground from trading stories about their mutual dark-haired friend. Gary's longer familiarity with her gave him more stories to offer, but the brown-haired boy didn't bother to hide his interest in Misty's accounts. The observant trainer from Cerulean City noticed the soft smile on his face, as she discussed Ash's latest catches, and her tendency to resort to a few, oft-made dishes whenever it was her turn to cook.
"We tried to establish a weekly slot for dinner, but after having spaghetti and meatballs four times in a row, I had to put his foot down," Misty lamented dramatically, "And the less said about the rock projectiles that Ash tries to pass off as Poffins, the better."
"Ash's cooking talents come more from bull-headed determination than anything else," Gary commented, "Her first attempt at that dish featured a tomato sauce that substituted sugar for- I assume- every other ingredient in that recipe, including the tomatoes."
The two shared a laugh at that, but while Misty felt a newfound familiarity with the brunette, she still planned to cheer for Ash in their battles. She took a seat under the shadowed, leafy boughs, as Brock would be the referee for the match.
"This is a three-on-three match between Ash Ketchum of Pallet Town, and Gary Oak, also of Pallet Town," Brock raised his flags upward, "There will be no substitutions allowed, and the winner will be the one with the last Pokemon remaining in the battleground. Begin!"
"Let's have a battle, Nidorino!" Gary called, releasing a smoky purple Pokemon with spikes running along his back. Nidorino snorted, and pawed the ground.
Two flashes came from Ash's side of the field, as Charmander and Bulbasaur both appeared. Although Gary was aware of both of her catches, he couldn't stop the surprise from momentary crossing his face at the appearance of two of the three starters. They were rare enough, that only two Professors in the entirety of the Kanto region were licensed to give them out to trainers, and even then, there were years when none were available. Catching one in the wild was impressive; catching two an act of incredible luck or impressive skill.
'Though if the Kanto Shoki is true, I shouldn't be surprised,' Gary considered grimly, 'They wouldn't throw Ash in the path of legendaries, without powerful allies by her side, would they?'
He shook his head. The brunette was basing his anxieties on an ancient record that was probably half fable, and better left forgotten anyway. Besides, who would be reckless enough to make tiny, naive, and immature Ashlet some type of Chosen One, anyway?
Ignorant of her friend's mental chiding, Ash was speaking to her two new Pokemon.
"Okay, Charmander, you're not cleared off for battling yet," she said, pointing to the mint green paste that had been reapplied to his ribs just this morning, "But I feel that you would benefit from watching a battle anyway. You could see some of the strategies we use, and encourage the rest of the team."
Charmander nodded. "Mander!" He would cheer his comrades on dutifully.
Ash was glad for the fire lizard's easy acceptance. Damien's actions were even more extensive than she had originally thought, and Charmander would need several more weeks of potions, ointments, and physical therapy, before he could be cleared to battle. He had undergone Nurse Joy's procedures without complaint, but when Ash noticed that Charmander wasn't receiving a few of the medicines that had been so instrumental to Pikachu's recovery- the burn healing cream, in particular- she had questioned the woman.
It turned out that there was a fund to pay for the medical costs of abused Pokemon, but the portion allotted would only cover the most serious of Charmander's injuries. The fire type would live, but he would never reach his peak battling ability, and may not even be able to evolve, as evolution would place undue stress on his weak internal organs. Ash had requested that Charmander's regimen be changed to include all of the medicines that he needed for full recovery, and paid the remainder of the costs out of her own pocket. Between these costs, Pikachu's medical bills, and the Poffin oven, Ash was most likely going to complete her first year with finances in the red, but she could bear with that.
What Ash couldn't bare, was for Charmander's future to be permanently affected by a boy that had better hope he never came across her in a dark alley someday.
"As for you, Bulbasaur, you'll be facing Nidorino," Ash switched her attention to the grass type, "I know we haven't battled together often, but you're strong, and I have no doubt that you'll do well. May I scan you again, though?"
At Bulbasaur's nod, she pointed the Pokedex at him.
"Bulbasaur, the Seed Pokemon. It bears the seed of a plant on its back from birth. The seed slowly develops. Researchers are unsure whether to classify Bulbasaur as a plant or animal. Bulbasaur are extremely calm and very difficult to capture in the wild. This Bulbasaur knows Tackle, Growl, Leech Seed, Vine Whip, and Sleep Powder. He has the special ability Chlorophyll."
Since he was already there, she directed it towards Charmander next.
"Charmander. A flame burns on the tip of its tail from birth. It is said that a Charmander dies if its flame ever goes out. This Charmander knows Growl, Scratch, Ember, Slash, and Smokescreen. His special ability is Blaze."
"Hey, Ashlet, it's not too late to forfeit now," Gary called out, "You shouldn't even be battling, if you don't know what moves your Pokemon have!"
Ash scowled. "Bite me," she shouted back. "Bulbasaur, take to the field."
"Nidorino, use Horn Attack," Gary called the first attack, making the purple Pokemon rush forward.
"Jump, Bulbasaur," Ash ordered, her grass type's vines whipping out to propel him into the air. "Sleep Powder over the field."
"Saur," the rubbery folds of his bulb planted on his back flexed open, as a greyish-blue powder whirled into the air. Bulbasaur's shook his body to expand the range of the attack.
"Use Dig, Nidorino," Gary quickly interjected, "That's an uncommonly agile Bulbasaur you have there, Ashlet. Impressive."
Despite the use of the disliked nickname, the girl smirked. "He's a unique character," she agreed, "Let me show you the versatility of his talents. Bulbasaur, it's time to paint."
"Mander, char, char," the fire Pokemon excitedly chattered from the sidelines, once Bulbasaur landed. Rather than retract his vines, the grass type extended them over the fallen sleep powder, coating them in the potent grey-blue mixture.
"Pika, chu, pi," Pikachu agreed, watching the battle with rapt eyes. He called out. "Pi-chu, pika!"
"Bulbasaur," his teammate responded, red eyes tracking the ground. "Bulba…"
"Come out, Nidorino, and use Peck, followed by Poison Sting."
"Rino!" The super-effective flying type move caught Bulbasaur unaware, and sent the Saurian stumbling back. It was immediately followed by a set of pink-purple needles that the winded grass type was unable to dodge.
"Bulba-!" The grass type cried out, one knee crumbling under the poison's entrance. As the affected area became a dark purple, Gary grinned.
"Poison Sting once more," he ordered. Ash began to get worried. Now that Bulbasaur was under the status move, his time was limited.
"Dodge, and use Leech Seed," she said, causing the Nidorino to dodge towards the river. Ash's eyes narrowed. "Leech Seed, again! Once more, Bulbasaur!"
"Bulbasaur's trying to corner you," Gary shouted, "Cut those seeds open with Horn Attack, Nidorino, and then use Take Down."
"Catch him!" Bulbasaur's vines went flying forward, enveloping the purple Pokemon. He didn't care about the poisonous spikes digging into him, as he had already been infected. "Bring him down, Bulbasaur!"
"Poison Sting, Nidorino," Gary intoned calmly.
"Nido," the Poison type released another set of needles, before the status powder took effect. His sleep transitioned into unconsciousness, as Bulbasaur's drove the body harshly into the ground.
"Saur," Bulbasaur winced, as he was hit by more pinkish-purple energy. His body began to sag.
"This round goes to Ash Ketchum," Brock announced, as Gary recalled his Pokemon. Despite the fact that Bulbasaur was still standing, Ash called him in too. The poison was moving too quickly through the grass type's bloodstream for him to be effective for another round, and the Pokeball's stasis would temporarily halt that pain.
"Not bad, Ashlet," Gary complimented, "Maybe you know a thing or two about battling, but you'll have a much harder time against Growlithe."
He released the orange and cream Puppy Pokemon, who cheerfully announced his name as he arrived on the field. Ash observed the adorable creature with interest; he was the forerunner to one of the most powerful fire types, Arcanine. Despite the controversy over whether Arcanine was a Psuedo-Legendary or Legendary Pokemon, there was no doubt that it was a strong species.
"Pidgeotto, let's start things off with a Sand Attack," the dark-haired girl released her flying type.
Unfortunately, Gary saw the danger. "Use Ember on that sand, Growlithe! She's using it to hide Bulbasaur's Sleep Powder!"
"Growlithe." Small fireballs came out of the Puppy Pokemon's mouth, burning through the sand.
Ash smiled. "You see through my tricks too easily, Gary. Try a Wing Attack, Pidgeotto."
"Pidgeo!" The bird angled her body to the left, as she swept down on her opponent.
"Catch that wing with a Bite, and follow it up with Ember," Gary ordered, making Growlithe lunge forward.
"Use Gust to push him away," Ash countered, "Get into the air, and toss another Sand Attack."
"Ember," the brown-haired boy snapped. Seeing that Ash had no intention of drawing Pidgeotto closer to the fire type's strong jaws, and unable to use any long-distance attacks himself, he sighed. "Roar."
Growlithe released a deep, growling sound from the back of his throat, and Pidgeotto's body was sucked back inside of her Pokeball. "What the heck?" Ash asked, blinking in surprise.
"Roar forces the target to switch out of battle," Gary explained, "Since we were both at a stalemate, I decided to change the terms of the battle. Don't worry, Roar counts as an exception to the substitution rule according to League handbooks."
"Huh, you learn something every day then," the dark-haired girl commented, "Alright then. Pikachu, to the battlefield! Use Quick Attack."
Rather than order Growlithe to dodge, Gary chose an unexpected route. "Ember!"
"Pika!" As Pikachu's body slammed into the other Pokemon, fireballs skimmed over his body and left painful burns in its wake. Both Pokemon jumped away from the engagement, but the electric mouse had gotten the shorter end of the stick, with black soot staining his skin.
"Use Thundershock, Pikachu," Ash clenched her fist, "Then concentrate the electricity."
"Chu!" As the widespread electric attack made Growlithe squeal in pain, Pikachu shifted the attack to Thunderbolt, making the bolt of energy even more effective and damaging. "Pi-chu!"
"Dammit!" Gary looked panicked, "Use Fire Wheel, Growlithe!"
Ash's eyes widened, as the Puppy Pokemon's cream coat became enveloped in flames, and he rolled forward. The strong move was clearly unfinished, as the fire wasn't compressed around Growlithe's body, but it absorbed enough speed that it could be very damaging if it hit Pikachu. Unless…
"Iron Tail, Pikachu," Ash announced, "Toss Growlithe away!"
"Pika, pikapi," Her starter braced himself, as his tail began to glow, but before either attack could hit, a spout of water hit both combatants.
"Pika!" Pikachu cried, tossed back by the Water Gun.
"Lithe!" Gary's Pokemon wailed, as the super-effective move knocked him unconscious.
"Where did that just come from?" The brunette demanded, turning towards the source of the attack, by the forest side, "The Squirtle Squad?!"
Ash turned to see a group of five small, blue Pokemon, with yellow bellies, and dark sunglasses, laughing at them. The one at the center, whose sunglasses had pointy edges unlike the circular ones of his brethren, was laughing the hardest, and holding red, candle-shaped objects in his hands. Ash squinted her eyes in order to identify the objects.
'Fireworks!' The trainer from Pallet Town realized, 'How did the Squirtles get their hands on those?'
"Squirtle, squir," the lead miscreant chortled, making a face, "Squirtle!"
"This is a private battle," Gary snapped, recalling his Pokemon, and unclipping another Pokeball, "Leave, before my Wartortle comes out and makes you."
That was definitely the wrong thing to say, as the Squirtle Gang practically howled their refusal. Several more water guns were shot at them, and Ash hurriedly threw herself in front of Charmander before he could get. She recalled the distressed fire type, before going through the possibilities.
'Charmander and Magikarp aren't options, Bulbasaur's been poisoned, and Pikachu can fight, but got injured from battling,' Ash considered, 'Pidgeotto's my best best, but she's not very effective against large groups of water types. If necessary, I'll have her use Sand Attack, so I can sneak away.'
It galled her not to stand her ground and fight, but Ash wasn't one to pointlessly engage in risky battles. Most of the time.
"Squirtle, squirtle, squir!" The lead Squirtle chanted, as the other members of the gang took out more fireworks from under their shells. They lit up the wicks and tossed it at the trainers. "Squirtle!"
"Kadabra, use Protect!"
"Blow them away with Gust, Butterfree!"
The two attacks tossed most of the sparking fireworks back, causing the Squirtle to withdraw into their shells. Drawing on their confidence, the gang popped back out, with even more projectiles. Butterfree and Kadabra made quick work of tossing them back.
"Guys, the wicks are still lit," Brock announced, staring at the grass. Flames had begun to spread. "We have to stop the fire!"
"I hadn't thought of that," Misty winced, "Chinchou, Slowpoke, Starmie… use Water Gun."
"You too, Wartortle," Gary appeared dismayed, as he called his starter out, "Set those flames out!"
By then, the flames had grown far stronger than intended, eating up the grass as kindling, and strengthened by Butterfree's wind-based deflections. Ash ran forward to pick Pikachu up, panic rising up as she looked around at the treeline, which was enveloped in fire.
"Squirt, squirtle!" Their tormentors had also noticed the flames by now, and were trying to counteract them. The Water Gun was proving ineffective against the rapidly growing forest fire.
"Get into the lake," Misty shouted, running forward, "Hurry!"
The teens made a rush for the lake, Ash lagging behind from carting Pikachu and being the one closest to the tree line. She was almost at the edge, when she heard a desperate cry from behind her.
"Squirtle!" The terrified voice, made her pause and half-turn towards the flickering orange and yellow flames. One of the trees had snapped straight through, and a heavy branch had fallen on a squirming blue shape. Ash's heart leapt up to her throat. The Squirtle was trapped!
She didn't even need to consider her decision.
"Ash, what are you doing?!" Gary howled, as the dark-haired girl dropped Pikachu, turned around, and ripped one sleeve open. "Ash!"
"Squirtle needs my help!" She wrapped the fabric around her mouth, and threw herself back into the smoky forest.
"Dammit, Ash!" Gary pulled himself up from the water, and ran after her. "Why do you have to be so reckless?!"
Ash couldn't hear him, as she tried to navigate the thick, cloying smoke of the fire. The dark-haired girl could easily avoid the licking tongues of red and orange flames, but the black vapor stung at her eyes, and made them water. Despite the fabric around her mouth, some of the smoke managed to enter her mouth and made the girl cough. Focusing on her ears, she half-stumbled her way over to the sobbing Squirtle.
"H-here," she hacked out, kneeling and keeping her face tilted down to avoid more smog entering her throat, "I'm h-here."
"Squir," the black sunglasses had fallen off, so wide hazel eyes were staring at her own, "Squirtle!"
Ash tried to lift the branch, but discovered that it was too heavy for her to move. Still coughing, she chose to throw her strength against it instead, pushing it sideways over Squirtle's body.
"Squirt," the water Pokemon stiffened his body, as the rough bark scraped against his skin.
'Almost there,' Ash urged, as her head began to spin. 'A little more…'
Suddenly, she felt the branch get lifted into the air. Blinking her eyes rapidly to clear her sight, she glimpsed a grey, muscular Pokemon holding the heavy implement up. A second later, Squirtle had scrabbled himself into her arms, and Ash was roughly being pulled up.
The dark brown eyes of a familiar trainer glared at her. Although one hand was covering his mouth, Gary used the other to enfold her into a tight hug. His mouth was pressed against her ear. "Brace yourself."
In the next moment, Ash was enveloped in Psychic energy as Kadabra Transported them out of there.
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The first order of business is an apology, for my delay in posting this chapter. The reason I took so long was because of midterm exams, which I have thankfully completed the last of, yesterday. Secondly, concerning my previous question, there was a close divide between Pikachu battling or not, but- by a narrow margin of 6 to 5- was yes, Pikachu should battle. The other top battler was Bulbasaur, so those two will be featured against Lt. Surge.
Anyway, this chapter was fairly action-oriented, and had some, hopefully decent, battling. I'm trying to avoid the type of battles where trainers just shout direct attacks at their Pokemon, but not be so complex that a beginner couldn't conceivably pull it off. And while I haven't mentioned the Pokemon that lifted the branch at the end, I did leave the answer blatantly in the chapter, so I assume that everyone will be able to find it. I also explicitly stated the main source of relationship conflict Ash and Gary will have down the line. I think it fits with both of their characters, and shows that while they do have complementary personalities, they'll need to put in the effort to make a relationship work.
Next Question: Which one of Ash's Pokemon should be the first to evolve? Note that, regardless of who it should be, it will not affect my decisions on battling Lt. Surge.
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A Pokemon List (In Order of Seniority) for 00-SilentObserver-13:
Ashlyn Ketchum: Pikachu, Magikarp, Pidgeotto, Bulbasaur, Charmander, and Squirtle
Misty Waterflower: Starmie, Butterfree, Chinchou, and Slowpoke
Brock Harris: Zubat and Eevee
Gary Oak (Pokemon on Hand): Wartortle, Nidorino, Machoke, Growlithe, and Kadabra
