Chapter 8
Setijin fell back onto the sofa next to Winona as the last of the trainers left the center, thanking him as they stepped through the automatic doors. He yawned as he slid his arms behind his head and closed his eyes. Winona sat forward, resting her chin on her hands, in turn resting on her knees, staring at the pokéballs arranged in the racks and trays behind the counter. Lucia continued to pet her Eevee.
"Perhaps we should explore the Pokémart before we go on any further," Winona said blankly, still staring forwards. Lucia made an accepting hum, while Setijin grunted apathetically. Winona dragged herself out of the seat, and stretched her arms out, before leaving the center. Lucia followed, letting Eevee follow her on foot, only to return a few seconds later to pull Setijin up off of the sofa.
"I wonder what I'll make Eevee evolve into," Lucia pondered out loud as the group walked up the set of stairs in the center of the town. Winona turned back towards her.
"I suppose it depends on a few things. One, what type of pokémon do you already have in your squad? Two, what kind of pokémon do you like? And 3, do you actually have any elemental stones?" Winona inquired. Lucia shrugged undecidedly. Setijin entered the conversation, still facing forward.
"I wish I had an Eevee. It'd be fun deciding what to evolve it into; all those choices..." he chuckled, then sighing. As they reached the top of the stairs, Setijin in the lead, he trod on a discarded pokéball, white, with a black strip at the top, reaching halfway down the upper section, a thinner red strip reaching down the middle of the black, the same shade as the thick red stripes on the left and right of the ball. He bent down and picked it up. Winona peered over his shoulder.
"A timer ball. Those are fairly rare, not to mention pricey," she commented. Setijin nodded.
"I wonder whom it belongs to," he queried, before noticing an entire bin liner of them, overflowing in the bins lined up against the wall of the pokémart, crammed into the side alleyway. "This one must have rolled away. It's probably busted anyway. Why else would they throw so many away?"
"Who knows?" added Lucia. "Keep it anyway. You never know, it might work!" Winona and Setijin nodded in agreement. "Anyway, lets get into that market and lets start shopping!" Lucia cried, charging towards the large entrance, Winona following not too far behind. Setijin groaned in embarrassment before grudgingly making his way there himself.
The shop was lavishly designed, with the most popular in pokémon brand wallpaper spread on the walls, shelves, stands, racks and cases full of the latest pokémon gear, brimming with popular magazines, battle items, technical machines, vitamins and other pokémon foods crammed into the coolers and fridges, drinks machines, and even furniture, ranging from mats, to stools, tables, picture frames and pokémon dolls. Setijin grabbed one of the magazines, and started to read, as Winona and Lucia stifled through the dolls.
"Oh, this Charmander is just adorable!" Lucia swooned. Winona batted it out of her hands with a Pidgey toy.
"Nonsense! Bird pokémon are the best," she boomed, before initiating a mock pokémon battle with Lucia. Setijin glanced over at them before quickly turning back to the magazine; hoping no one presumed they were a group. As he read some more, his pocket began to wriggle, as his premium ball hurled itself out, and Medicham released itself.
"Cham, Medicham!" it cheered, before bolting up the stairs.
"Oh no, Medicham!" Setijin called, throwing the magazine to the floor, and racing up the stairs after his pokémon. After a few minutes of chasing, he had Medicham cornered, only to inadvertently encourage him into the lift. As Setijin bound after him, the door closed, and the numbers on the display above the opening started to light up, indicating the movement of the lift. "Down...that's just typical..." he moaned, hobbling back over to the stairs, letting gravity drag him to the lower floors.
He clasped the rail, panting heavily as he made it back to the first floor, where he was greeted by the sight of Lucia, Winona and Medicham browsing through the shops technical machines, assisted by a willing store clerk.
"And this one is quite popular these days too; Ice punch," he said, lifting the packet it came in and dictating the slogan printed on the back, "When your in a pinch and need to cool your enemies," his voice droning as each word dribbled out of his mouth. Medicham clasped the small computer chip from the packet in his hands, and swung it forward, his hand becoming encased in ice.
"Cham!" it said, clearly impressed with the technique. Setijin slid over to him.
"Medicham...please, no...no run off again...ok? My god...so many stairs..." he puffed. Medicham turned to face him, and prepared to wave. Winona and Lucia leapt forward to try and stop him, but failed miserably, as Medicham's flailing palm started to fling chunks of ice around the room, smashing into shelves, cabinets and even shoppers. The group struggled to wrestle him to the ground, only for him to fight his way out, and charge towards and up the stairs again. Setijin whimpered as he took chase once again.
Outside, Setijin lay back on a bench on the edge of a cliff, facing the sea, sitting right in front of a pokémon statue, erected in the view of the entire town. On the bench next to him sat an old couple and their Chimecho, and fat man, in a pair of shorts and a humungous white tee shirt, leant back, sleeping, with his camera strapped around his neck. Setijin's eyes slowly closed, his body finally relaxing itself, only to be awoken by Medicham, leaping up from the cliffs, repeating his name over and over, pointing to the sea below.
"What is it Medicham," Setijin asked wearily, as he closed his eyes again.
"Cham, cham, Medicham!" he repeated again.
"A fish pokémon, right? Wow, that's great, good work Medicham," he murmured weakly. "Now go back down and play, ok?" Medicham nodded cheerfully, picking up a small pebble as he hopped back down. "Play nice!" he called down after him. In the distance, he heard a series of noises; the far off call of his pokémon, then the clank of the pebble upon contact. Setijin smiled peacefully, until a second clank was heard, and an almighty roar responded to it. He shot out of his seat, and sprinted to the edge to observe the damage. Down at the shore, stood Medicham on top of a large boulder, and a now, very agitated Gyarados floating in the waters in front of him. Medicham stood waving, as the Gyarados reared up for an attack.
"Medicham, get out of the way!" he called. Medicham looked up at Setijin thoughtlessly, ignoring the charging dragon pokémon. He remained still, staring at Setijin jumping up and down, wailing orders. As Setijin's cries became more frantic, Medicham raised his left arm, which Gyarados ploughed into at full force, the palm resting directly between its eyes, the almighty pokémon halted on the spot, Medicham still attempting to decipher Setijin's commands, having not moved a millimeter from his original spot. The Gyarados groaned in agony as it slithered back into the sea. Medicham slowly lowered his arm, still staring at Setijin, whom had finally calmed down.
"Great work!" he called down, to be greeted with another waving frenzy. He slapped his forehead with his hand and slid it down his face, before grabbing his new timer ball, hurling it at the dazed Gyarados. The ball slapped it straight on the head, bouncing back to the rocks, flipping open on contact and releasing the pokémon inside.
"Eevee," the pokémon chirped. Setijin's face lit up.
"Wooh, I got an Eevee!" he cheered, as the Gyarados started to slither away. Setijin whipped out another, regular pokéball, and threw it at the Gyarados, trapping it inside. Once it had finished fighting the pokémon in mid air, the ball dropped into the sea, and got swept onto the rocks by the waves, Medicham retrieving it and hopping back up the cliff. The Eevee remained seated on the rocks, nuzzling its pokéball. "Medicham," Setijin calmly ordered, "bring that Eevee and the ball up here please." Medicham obeyed and shot back down to the shore, picking up the Eevee in his arms, and the pokéball in his hands.
"Eevee," it bleated again. Setijin smiled at it.
"Wow, my very own Eevee..." then a thought dawned on him. "But what if this was someone's pokémon, and not just trash?" he pondered. He placed the Eevee on the floor, patted it on the head, and made his way back into town, heading towards the pokémon center once more.
He booted up the PC, and placed the timer ball in the pod, preparing to scan the Eevee inside. Snippets of information flashed themselves on and then off the screen for about a minute, before a full screen display with a picture of the Eevee in the top left hand sight flickered up. Setijin skimmed the data.
"Hmm, trainer ID is 1452...hey, that's my number! Yes! The Eevee's mine, and not anyone else's!" he cried, the other users of the center turning to him with a concerned look on their face. He slipped the ball out of the socket, and switched the PC off, as Winona and Lucia re-entered the center.
"There you are Setijin!" Winona greeted, walking up to him. Setijin grinned, before saying;
"Battle, outside, now."
Setijin fell back onto the sofa next to Winona as the last of the trainers left the center, thanking him as they stepped through the automatic doors. He yawned as he slid his arms behind his head and closed his eyes. Winona sat forward, resting her chin on her hands, in turn resting on her knees, staring at the pokéballs arranged in the racks and trays behind the counter. Lucia continued to pet her Eevee.
"Perhaps we should explore the Pokémart before we go on any further," Winona said blankly, still staring forwards. Lucia made an accepting hum, while Setijin grunted apathetically. Winona dragged herself out of the seat, and stretched her arms out, before leaving the center. Lucia followed, letting Eevee follow her on foot, only to return a few seconds later to pull Setijin up off of the sofa.
"I wonder what I'll make Eevee evolve into," Lucia pondered out loud as the group walked up the set of stairs in the center of the town. Winona turned back towards her.
"I suppose it depends on a few things. One, what type of pokémon do you already have in your squad? Two, what kind of pokémon do you like? And 3, do you actually have any elemental stones?" Winona inquired. Lucia shrugged undecidedly. Setijin entered the conversation, still facing forward.
"I wish I had an Eevee. It'd be fun deciding what to evolve it into; all those choices..." he chuckled, then sighing. As they reached the top of the stairs, Setijin in the lead, he trod on a discarded pokéball, white, with a black strip at the top, reaching halfway down the upper section, a thinner red strip reaching down the middle of the black, the same shade as the thick red stripes on the left and right of the ball. He bent down and picked it up. Winona peered over his shoulder.
"A timer ball. Those are fairly rare, not to mention pricey," she commented. Setijin nodded.
"I wonder whom it belongs to," he queried, before noticing an entire bin liner of them, overflowing in the bins lined up against the wall of the pokémart, crammed into the side alleyway. "This one must have rolled away. It's probably busted anyway. Why else would they throw so many away?"
"Who knows?" added Lucia. "Keep it anyway. You never know, it might work!" Winona and Setijin nodded in agreement. "Anyway, lets get into that market and lets start shopping!" Lucia cried, charging towards the large entrance, Winona following not too far behind. Setijin groaned in embarrassment before grudgingly making his way there himself.
The shop was lavishly designed, with the most popular in pokémon brand wallpaper spread on the walls, shelves, stands, racks and cases full of the latest pokémon gear, brimming with popular magazines, battle items, technical machines, vitamins and other pokémon foods crammed into the coolers and fridges, drinks machines, and even furniture, ranging from mats, to stools, tables, picture frames and pokémon dolls. Setijin grabbed one of the magazines, and started to read, as Winona and Lucia stifled through the dolls.
"Oh, this Charmander is just adorable!" Lucia swooned. Winona batted it out of her hands with a Pidgey toy.
"Nonsense! Bird pokémon are the best," she boomed, before initiating a mock pokémon battle with Lucia. Setijin glanced over at them before quickly turning back to the magazine; hoping no one presumed they were a group. As he read some more, his pocket began to wriggle, as his premium ball hurled itself out, and Medicham released itself.
"Cham, Medicham!" it cheered, before bolting up the stairs.
"Oh no, Medicham!" Setijin called, throwing the magazine to the floor, and racing up the stairs after his pokémon. After a few minutes of chasing, he had Medicham cornered, only to inadvertently encourage him into the lift. As Setijin bound after him, the door closed, and the numbers on the display above the opening started to light up, indicating the movement of the lift. "Down...that's just typical..." he moaned, hobbling back over to the stairs, letting gravity drag him to the lower floors.
He clasped the rail, panting heavily as he made it back to the first floor, where he was greeted by the sight of Lucia, Winona and Medicham browsing through the shops technical machines, assisted by a willing store clerk.
"And this one is quite popular these days too; Ice punch," he said, lifting the packet it came in and dictating the slogan printed on the back, "When your in a pinch and need to cool your enemies," his voice droning as each word dribbled out of his mouth. Medicham clasped the small computer chip from the packet in his hands, and swung it forward, his hand becoming encased in ice.
"Cham!" it said, clearly impressed with the technique. Setijin slid over to him.
"Medicham...please, no...no run off again...ok? My god...so many stairs..." he puffed. Medicham turned to face him, and prepared to wave. Winona and Lucia leapt forward to try and stop him, but failed miserably, as Medicham's flailing palm started to fling chunks of ice around the room, smashing into shelves, cabinets and even shoppers. The group struggled to wrestle him to the ground, only for him to fight his way out, and charge towards and up the stairs again. Setijin whimpered as he took chase once again.
Outside, Setijin lay back on a bench on the edge of a cliff, facing the sea, sitting right in front of a pokémon statue, erected in the view of the entire town. On the bench next to him sat an old couple and their Chimecho, and fat man, in a pair of shorts and a humungous white tee shirt, leant back, sleeping, with his camera strapped around his neck. Setijin's eyes slowly closed, his body finally relaxing itself, only to be awoken by Medicham, leaping up from the cliffs, repeating his name over and over, pointing to the sea below.
"What is it Medicham," Setijin asked wearily, as he closed his eyes again.
"Cham, cham, Medicham!" he repeated again.
"A fish pokémon, right? Wow, that's great, good work Medicham," he murmured weakly. "Now go back down and play, ok?" Medicham nodded cheerfully, picking up a small pebble as he hopped back down. "Play nice!" he called down after him. In the distance, he heard a series of noises; the far off call of his pokémon, then the clank of the pebble upon contact. Setijin smiled peacefully, until a second clank was heard, and an almighty roar responded to it. He shot out of his seat, and sprinted to the edge to observe the damage. Down at the shore, stood Medicham on top of a large boulder, and a now, very agitated Gyarados floating in the waters in front of him. Medicham stood waving, as the Gyarados reared up for an attack.
"Medicham, get out of the way!" he called. Medicham looked up at Setijin thoughtlessly, ignoring the charging dragon pokémon. He remained still, staring at Setijin jumping up and down, wailing orders. As Setijin's cries became more frantic, Medicham raised his left arm, which Gyarados ploughed into at full force, the palm resting directly between its eyes, the almighty pokémon halted on the spot, Medicham still attempting to decipher Setijin's commands, having not moved a millimeter from his original spot. The Gyarados groaned in agony as it slithered back into the sea. Medicham slowly lowered his arm, still staring at Setijin, whom had finally calmed down.
"Great work!" he called down, to be greeted with another waving frenzy. He slapped his forehead with his hand and slid it down his face, before grabbing his new timer ball, hurling it at the dazed Gyarados. The ball slapped it straight on the head, bouncing back to the rocks, flipping open on contact and releasing the pokémon inside.
"Eevee," the pokémon chirped. Setijin's face lit up.
"Wooh, I got an Eevee!" he cheered, as the Gyarados started to slither away. Setijin whipped out another, regular pokéball, and threw it at the Gyarados, trapping it inside. Once it had finished fighting the pokémon in mid air, the ball dropped into the sea, and got swept onto the rocks by the waves, Medicham retrieving it and hopping back up the cliff. The Eevee remained seated on the rocks, nuzzling its pokéball. "Medicham," Setijin calmly ordered, "bring that Eevee and the ball up here please." Medicham obeyed and shot back down to the shore, picking up the Eevee in his arms, and the pokéball in his hands.
"Eevee," it bleated again. Setijin smiled at it.
"Wow, my very own Eevee..." then a thought dawned on him. "But what if this was someone's pokémon, and not just trash?" he pondered. He placed the Eevee on the floor, patted it on the head, and made his way back into town, heading towards the pokémon center once more.
He booted up the PC, and placed the timer ball in the pod, preparing to scan the Eevee inside. Snippets of information flashed themselves on and then off the screen for about a minute, before a full screen display with a picture of the Eevee in the top left hand sight flickered up. Setijin skimmed the data.
"Hmm, trainer ID is 1452...hey, that's my number! Yes! The Eevee's mine, and not anyone else's!" he cried, the other users of the center turning to him with a concerned look on their face. He slipped the ball out of the socket, and switched the PC off, as Winona and Lucia re-entered the center.
"There you are Setijin!" Winona greeted, walking up to him. Setijin grinned, before saying;
"Battle, outside, now."