Finally, that vacation is over! I'm sore all over, THAT is either the best or worse vacation. I won't be going anywhere soon, seriously. And so, the next chapter appeared-a little late because I'm catching up with my comic collection and proceeding with my Game…
25th Poke: The Meanwhiles
Sitting on the deck, under the sun is a favorite pastime for most crews. And, if you are one of the luckiest crew ever board the ship, you'll see a bizarre sight faraway to the West. Every time the clock strikes twelve, three shadows of birds would circle on the horizon before they dispersed, each flew to different direction of the wind. Sometimes, when you are the luckiest of the most fortunate bunch of people, one would fly straight above the ship with speed of light, it's barely visible to human eyes. It only leaves trail of split waves in its wake.
With dark blue scope in hand, a blonde man laid sprawled on one of the recliner, drumming his fingers impatiently against the small table with a glass of iced tea on it. Ice had mostly melted inside the tea, probably had ruined the sweet taste of the drinks. Not that he cares about such trivial things right now. Next to the table, a brown-haired girl is sitting, cross-legged while grumbling under her breath, a frown stretched across her lips. Wrapped in her hand are the exact same scopes, colored in light pink. A sigh escaped her throat and she turned at the man, pouting a bit.
"Is there another effective method rather than relying on luck?"
The man shrugged, taking the glass and sipped, deep and slow before he shook it a bit, wincing at the lack of taste, "Chasing 'em blindly had been rather pointless, hadn't it?" he put down the glass, shifting the scopes in his hand. The recliner creaked a bit when he lay back down, eyeing the other through the sunglasses. The girl snorted, "At least we tried…" she huffed dejectedly, "…though our efforts had been out for the count since it's fruitless…"
"At least we tried…" the man repeated knowingly.
"Humor me, Surge," the girl spoke, focusing back on the man, "why are you suddenly so interested in obeying Blaine's wish?"
Surge pointedly avoided the other's gaze, staring at the horizon instead, "That's Lietunant for you, girl" he pushed the glasses up, "and don't put your nose to where it doesn't belong"
The sky near the horizon painted in blue, lighted by the sun. Nothing's out of ordinary so far.
Sighing, the girl conceded, glancing back to the sky instead, mumbling to herself. It had been a weird order-especially when they know it comes from Blaine. They had set him as the mouse to keep an eye on Team Rockets behavior. His job is to read on Giovanni's plan and issued the most effective way to counter it. Yellow's ability exploitation had been cruel and unavoidable since Blaine had no reason to keep Giovanni's hands out of the kid. The Gym Leaders had all been praying for that little girl safety and the Rockets failure. They still are because Viridian special born are a gift to understand pokemon better.
Blaine had disclosed most of Giovanni's plan and how it's so close to completion seeing how they were heading toward the position Yellow talked about before. They've been delayed, however since she refused to talk of the next key's whereabouts. But who knows, just how long will it take until he uses force.
And the key is currently trying to fight his way to catch the legendary and proves himself.
"So…twelve o clock yet?"
"In a second…"
The girl placed her chin on her intertwined fingers, wondering if they have been desperate to rely on pitiful rumor like this.
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Fearow had been antsy of his owner lately.
She mercilessly had asked him to fly around Kanto, going back and forth from town to town only granted a rest when he looked pale and exhausted. The upbeat girl had been too serious, asking people around, noting everything that sounded important before taking off to the direction pointed or simply randomly flying to the town she visited before. Fearow asked Squirtle about this change of behavior, but the water type had no idea either, shaking his head and apologizing profusely.
Blue said nothing to reassure him that his owner hadn't changed. She grew a little colder, speaking hastily and sometimes forcing people to answer her questions. Fearow doesn't hate Blue because she changed, he's sure there's a good reason for this behavior. Seeing Blue tiring herself out however does not make him thought better of it. Based on whatever reason, Blue should never hurt herself. It's stupid, it's pointless. Whatever she tries to achieve by doing this isn't worth anything.
But he couldn't say anything. He could only beat his wings to propel her up to the sky, staying silent whilst staring at the midday sun as his trainer buried her face deep in his downs – the soft feathers crumpled on his neck. "We shall wait…" she whispered breathily, obviously fatigue. He cried in response and did as he was told.
…...
"Pika!"
It isn't because he couldn't do it, he simply forbid himself to. He couldn't bring himself to do it – to be just like his father is. The yellow electric mouse nuzzled his hands, its eyes looked up, meeting his as if asking what exactly went wrong. Arianna sighed for the hundredth time, massaging her temple. There is a limit to her patience when it comes to babying the leader's only son and even though, hers is probably the highest of the generals, it had stopped short a while ago when Silver refused to hand over the Pikachu.
"Why are you being a brat now?" she pinched his cheek, causing a yelp from the child as he scooted away hurriedly from her. Alright, she might be a tad BIT motherly –female instinct and all that jazz, but she isn't that tolerant. "Get over here, Silver!" she growled, "…your father needs that pikachu" she didn't need to describe what for, he'll get it one day, just not now.
Silver only proved that every child is a brat with no exception by crawling further under the bed, hugging the yellow mouse even tighter. Had this been under different circumstances which doesn't include her neck and Sir Giovanni, she'd be cooing on how adorable he's being and they'd be eating cakes and sipping teas by now – with Silver pouting through the whole ordeal. But right now, she'd rather be hated for being mean rather than having to stand up against Sir Giovanni's furious Nidoking. Though he may not voiced it, the order is clear: you MUST bring the pikachu or it's your head on the pike.
A quarrel is in order to make the child be obedient for once. Retrieving a pokeball, the Rockets executive scowled, "Let's whip you into a much more manageable child now, shall we?"
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Yellow eyes blinked. Once, twice. Closed entirely.
There are voices telling her not to hear, but she still could hear no matter how much she tried not to. Taking a deep breath, she spoke, not in her voice- in a voice she isn't familiar with. There are voices coming out of her mouth that is not originated from her. They told her to speak, not to hear. They are buzzing, crystal clear to her ears. Like someone she knows, telling her stories – of queens and kings, of pokemons and humans. Fairytales or reality? She speaks, incorrigible words, things she couldn't understand. Someone is with her there. One in anticipation, the other in worry. Mean and kind. Dark and light.
Something, other than the familiar voices is telling her not to speak. She stops, letting the voice flows in unspeakable words. It's being silent…secretive, almost.
There are voices telling her what to do and she lets them.
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Professor Oak of Pallet Town had no idea what would happen once he sent both his grandson and his friend to go and find their own adventure with pokemon.
The disappearance of his grandson not too long after their departure had been unpredictable. Green Oak is anything but careless. He's sensible, someone who could find his way even through thick situation. A great trainer really, Oak would guarantee that he'd become big if he put his mind into what he's good at rather than to solely focused on getting stronger than Red. So, his vanishing act was indeed, surprising. Blue volunteered to go search for him, despite her mother disapproval. She's been going for…weeks, giving him tidbits of information that she gets through mails regarding the case.
Then, Blaine's mail came.
He knows the moment the name Rockets surfaced in Kanto's news, they would make ruckus, not the simple mischievous racket, but one that would exceptionally affect how Kanto's living creatures lived. Or worse, how the whole world runs. Team Rockets tried to upset the balance of nature, disturb how humans and pokemon lived together in harmony. He asked Blaine about it since he lived closer, Cinnabar being the main target months ago. Ever since then, every Gym Leaders are keeping a close eye on their activity.
Blaine's mail wasn't long- it stated how Red is the key to stop the Team Rockets, how the Rocket leader had finally achieved the third step on getting to the Land of Beginning. And Brock's visit supported the idea that the leader needed to be stopped no matter how and what happened. The gym leaders are on the move- everyone that had been defeated by Red had set off to gather the Legendaries. The three legendary birds- Mewtwo's requirement for Red's approval. The others- waited on their toes, until Red defeated them. It's necessary- much like the pokemon league and the Elite Four, all gym badges are required to enter the cave where Mewtwo resides.
The guards of that cave won't move unless the Champion approves the trainer and Lance had been out for years, filling the empty spot in Blackthorn's Gym ever since his uncle's death. Oak had tried contacting him and Lance replied it quickly, his beloved Dragonite flew the special mail over with a solution of contacting his cousin. Some days later, he'd come over to see the kid chosen by Mew and determine his worth himself.
Oh, that reminds him of who had the Earth Badge…
Groaning loudly, Oak reached for the telephone, entering the number he knows far too well for this issue.
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I snickered lightly.
"Come on, chumps! That ain't the pokemon I described!"
Red simply hit the release button, letting go of the feeble Parasect with a sigh. The man beside me laughed heartily, "You ain't going to reach Koga if this keeps up, mate!" he tapped my head. While I was shrugging his hands off of my precious furs –god, Lady, you and your vocabs!- Red eyed me hopelessly. The description had been clear enough I'd say, but it's Red, not the brightest crayon in the box. He may be smart, but he couldn't solve this riddle. I would love to give him clues – I mean, come on…since when Red needs my help?- but I'm stuck here, not being able to enter the zone without any trainers on my butt, trying to catch me. Red stumbled, chasing the ball escaping his clutch.
Man…Safari zone is amusing…
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