Celandine was curled up happily by the campfire with her arm draped
possessively round Brock's shoulders. The pair were discussing Pokemon
breeding. The thirteen-year-old seemed to know everything there was to know
about Pokemon. Just how did that work?
Pikachu paused for a second. Hang on- How can she be Misty's younger sister if she's two years older than her? That just didn't add up. Oh well. The twit would be out of there soon enough.
Pikachu spotted Vulpix wandering casually around the fire towards Brock and Celandine, ready for Phase One of Operation Kill-Misty's-Sister. The Pokemon currently had three plans to get rid of her, but this one was Pikachu's favourite. Vulpix strolled to a spot just behind the unsuspecting Mary-Sue and sat down, innocently washing a paw.
Pikachu glanced over to check on Celandine and found that she had released her Shiny Pikachu and was teaching it to juggle Pokeballs. Ugh, the humiliation!
Suddenly, Zubat edged out from behind Ash and waggled his ears slightly, the signal for 'I'm ready to kick Celandine's butt.' Togepi had suggested a code of blinks, but that had been dropped when Zubat and Staryu pointed out that they didn't actually have eyes.
Zubat flew straight into Celandine's face and Celandine shrieked, batting at the bat Pokemon and tripping over onto Vulpix.
Thereby giving Vulpix an excuse to fry her head. Celandine shrieked for the second time in as many minutes. Ash leapt to his feet, grabbed a Pokeball and threw it, shouting, "Squirtle! I choose you!"
Squirtle came out of the Pokeball with a grin plastered all over his face. He'd hoped he would get a chance to join in.
"Put Celandine's head out!" Ash and Brock both hollered. Squirtle blinked, then retreated inside his shell and pretended to fall asleep.
Celandine plunged her head into the water bucket with a loud sizzle. Clouds of steam wafted everywhere. The girl jerked her head out. She probably would have been scowling if that hadn't been MarySue taboo. Her hair was soot-blackened and standing up in all directions and her face - let's not talk about her face.
"Um, Celandine?" Ash said uncertainly. "Your hair - it's, very, um."
Celandine flashed him a smile that could light up Dark Cave. "Yes, I know, it looks horrific. Fortunately, I'm a qualified hairdresser!" She shot him another sickeningly perky smile.
Drat! Pikachu thought. Stupid perfect MarySue with all her perfect qualifications. Bet she's a movie star as well.
Five minutes, three bottles of shampoo, and a pair of scissors later, Celandine's hair was back to relatively normal. Considerably shorter, yes, but still.
Pikachu wandered around to Celandine's side and muttered through his teeth, "I'm onto you, Celandine, and you're in big trouble."
"I think not, baby Pikachu, it is you who is in trouble." Celandine shot back, smirking. Shoot. She'd seen Persians and Houndours. He'd hoped she hadn't. It was one of his favourite movies.
"What are you talking about, Celandine?" Ash called from the other side of the campsite.
"Oh, Pikachu noticed my Pikachu Sparki juggling and wants me to teach him how to juggle!" Celandine said cheerfully, sending yet another sweet smile Ash's way.
Brock looked slightly jealous of all the smiles Ash was getting, Pikachu noticed before Celandine's words sank in. Juggling?? He had to juggle? Celandine was cruel, and vindictive.
"And then the sweet little darling says he'll taste-test my tofu brownies!" the girl added, shooting a poisonous glare at Pikachu.
And could apparently read minds.
Pikachu tossed one Pokeball up in the air, caught another as it fell, threw himself on the floor to catch one more, and the last ball landed on his foot. Ash, Misty, and Brock all applauded. Celandine quite pointedly didn't.
Pikachu sat up, rolling Ash's Pokeballs back in his direction and then stood up, wobbling slightly. Celandine emerged from behind the tents wearing a pair of oven mitts and carrying a baking tray. For a moment Pikachu wondered what it was, then remembered. The tofu brownies. Oh no.
Pikachu paused for a second. Hang on- How can she be Misty's younger sister if she's two years older than her? That just didn't add up. Oh well. The twit would be out of there soon enough.
Pikachu spotted Vulpix wandering casually around the fire towards Brock and Celandine, ready for Phase One of Operation Kill-Misty's-Sister. The Pokemon currently had three plans to get rid of her, but this one was Pikachu's favourite. Vulpix strolled to a spot just behind the unsuspecting Mary-Sue and sat down, innocently washing a paw.
Pikachu glanced over to check on Celandine and found that she had released her Shiny Pikachu and was teaching it to juggle Pokeballs. Ugh, the humiliation!
Suddenly, Zubat edged out from behind Ash and waggled his ears slightly, the signal for 'I'm ready to kick Celandine's butt.' Togepi had suggested a code of blinks, but that had been dropped when Zubat and Staryu pointed out that they didn't actually have eyes.
Zubat flew straight into Celandine's face and Celandine shrieked, batting at the bat Pokemon and tripping over onto Vulpix.
Thereby giving Vulpix an excuse to fry her head. Celandine shrieked for the second time in as many minutes. Ash leapt to his feet, grabbed a Pokeball and threw it, shouting, "Squirtle! I choose you!"
Squirtle came out of the Pokeball with a grin plastered all over his face. He'd hoped he would get a chance to join in.
"Put Celandine's head out!" Ash and Brock both hollered. Squirtle blinked, then retreated inside his shell and pretended to fall asleep.
Celandine plunged her head into the water bucket with a loud sizzle. Clouds of steam wafted everywhere. The girl jerked her head out. She probably would have been scowling if that hadn't been MarySue taboo. Her hair was soot-blackened and standing up in all directions and her face - let's not talk about her face.
"Um, Celandine?" Ash said uncertainly. "Your hair - it's, very, um."
Celandine flashed him a smile that could light up Dark Cave. "Yes, I know, it looks horrific. Fortunately, I'm a qualified hairdresser!" She shot him another sickeningly perky smile.
Drat! Pikachu thought. Stupid perfect MarySue with all her perfect qualifications. Bet she's a movie star as well.
Five minutes, three bottles of shampoo, and a pair of scissors later, Celandine's hair was back to relatively normal. Considerably shorter, yes, but still.
Pikachu wandered around to Celandine's side and muttered through his teeth, "I'm onto you, Celandine, and you're in big trouble."
"I think not, baby Pikachu, it is you who is in trouble." Celandine shot back, smirking. Shoot. She'd seen Persians and Houndours. He'd hoped she hadn't. It was one of his favourite movies.
"What are you talking about, Celandine?" Ash called from the other side of the campsite.
"Oh, Pikachu noticed my Pikachu Sparki juggling and wants me to teach him how to juggle!" Celandine said cheerfully, sending yet another sweet smile Ash's way.
Brock looked slightly jealous of all the smiles Ash was getting, Pikachu noticed before Celandine's words sank in. Juggling?? He had to juggle? Celandine was cruel, and vindictive.
"And then the sweet little darling says he'll taste-test my tofu brownies!" the girl added, shooting a poisonous glare at Pikachu.
And could apparently read minds.
Pikachu tossed one Pokeball up in the air, caught another as it fell, threw himself on the floor to catch one more, and the last ball landed on his foot. Ash, Misty, and Brock all applauded. Celandine quite pointedly didn't.
Pikachu sat up, rolling Ash's Pokeballs back in his direction and then stood up, wobbling slightly. Celandine emerged from behind the tents wearing a pair of oven mitts and carrying a baking tray. For a moment Pikachu wondered what it was, then remembered. The tofu brownies. Oh no.