Edition: Nakama (eleventh set)
- Set #: 2
Character: Misty
- Pairing: Prideshipping
- Universe: none
Rating
: E (Everyone)
- Warnings: none

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Watching Chuck and Misty bringing it down to the battle of the amphibians wasn't too thrilling: it was simply Poliwrath exerting its energy (with precise control no one doubted of Chuck's training) to a Politoed who used its energy to effectively dodge. She won due to stamina; Politoed never would have had a chance otherwise.

He never guessed, the first time he met her (on the road with The Boy), she was one of the Cerulean sisters. She looked like none of them, acted like none of them, dressed like none of them. Any one of the other sisters would have forfeit after two seconds (Violet) after the start, or after one attack (Lily), or after one faint of three (Daisy). Apparently it was the black sheep that made the effort. He liked that.

Black sheep made life exciting.

He made the trip to congratulate her, making it casual, simple, as if he had not gone out of his way. Struck up a strained conversation that had little to do with anything except how she fought, and a little on her friends. It wasn't the smoothest conversation--Corey laughed at him later, Morty was a little more sympathetic, Whitney hit the middle ground--but he did believe he had a little hope.

"Find me after the bouts are over, okay?" she had said, with sunny smile. "We can get some tea."

Hey, it worked for him.