Better and Tougher, the Real Adventures
Chapter 13: Trendy on Trader's Lane!
It's a great day as al. oh no, now wait a second, forget that. It's raining, and there's a thunderstorm raging across the sky. It is here at the Pokemon Center that we find our main man, Carl. Looks like he's writing something. Appears to be a Journal of his Journeys thus far. And between you and me, he's writing about what's going to happen to lead up to this chapter.
'So anyway,' said nobody, but rather was what Carl wrote, 'after the run-in with those Torchics, we made our way towards the town.' And at this, we cue a flashback.
***
It's now city grounds as Kim, Carl and Yetis are in Tenor City. "We're here at last!" shouted Carl, relieved to be closer to earning another badge.
"I don't know about you," Kim mentioned, "But I think we should check this place out. After all, we should see what this city has to offer!"
Little did they, know that it might be quite interesting. After only a few blocks, Yetis noticed something that might be of interest. "Check this out!" he said, looking at a sign, then read it aloud, "Trader's Lane! Where Battle and pokemon trading are always in high demand."
"Interesting." Carl blankly stated. He never did like trading pokemon. After all, what kind of monster gives up his friends, and can you call them friends if you willingly give them up? Maybe the pokemon don't mind, but in the end, they should have a say in the matter, and not be traded by force. After all, everyone deserves equal rights, don't they? "I really don't like the idea of trading." he began.
"Well, it's not all that bad." Explained Carl, "I had a few pokemon who I got on a trading spree a few years back."
"Yes, but did the pokemon want to be traded?" Carl countered. "Did you ask them before you made your deals with other trainers?"
"Well, no. but it's a known fact that strong pokemon make for great trades, and usually, the pokemon who becomes so sought after might like the fame and attention." He continued. "After all, who doesn't?"
"Well, I don't know if I like the sound of this, but if you insist," Carl sighed, "But don't expect me to trade anything."
***
"Trade Centers are free, but then again, you aren't buying, you're trading!" joked Yetis. Kim tried not to laugh, seeing how Carl wasn't quite in the mood for the jokes. "You can also battle your pokemon here too. You don't see any harm in that, do you?"
"No, I don't." Carl thought, "Alright, I could always do with some extra training," he nodded, while observing all the many people trading pokemon and trying to get good trades. They seemed to be poor trainer material.
***
The battling arena looked large, and it seemed to be a place where winning was of high priority. Carl merely shrugged it off as competitive spirit, but that unbeknownst to him, will be a fatal mistake!
"Say you!" came a loud, and rather deep voice. To this, Carl turned around and eyed the person in question. He was a big looking gruff man who seemed to no more than a blank personality who wants to make a trade. "How about a match?"
"Um, sure. Ok." Carl replied, grabbing for a pokeball. "Furret, Go!" Carl yelled, as he released the hyperactive raccoon into the fray of skill and combat.
"Bah!" mocked the big-man, "Your puny fur-ball won't beat my Magnemite!" he said, hurling a pokeball of his own. From it a small shiny and circular being of metal with magnets for ears and a few unscrewed bolts. It had one eye too.
"Magnemite?" Carl said to nobody, well except Pokedex, 'Magnemite, the Magnet pokemon. This pokemon uses its magnetic, hardened steel body to both defy the laws of gravity and produce electricity.' "Steel body?" Carl wondered. "Furret, use Defense Curl!"
"Magnemite! Don't you dare let that rodent win! Use Sonic Boom!" commanded the opponent with great force. Magnemite complied, and even though Furret curled up in defense, he was not ready for the furious sound waves.
Carl merely gave a new command, "Use Slash attack!" he ordered, to which his trusty pokemon readied a sharpened claw and took a great slicing swipe! Magnemite felt a great deal of pain from this, as the claw managed to pierce its way through its metal skin.
The owner of Magnemite became a bit concerned. "Use Harden! Do 'not' let him win!" he yelled with distasteful spite. At this, the magnet-bodied creature began to glisten slightly, and his skin became more durable. He had become a denser metal!
"Furret! Don't worry! Just finish it off with Double Edge." Carl ordered.
At that command, the raccoon leaped up and pounced at the floating sphere. It was sent flying, which is different than its natural antigravity floating, right towards a nearby wall. It seems that Magnemite had lost the battle. "Nice job kid!" said the man with a smirk. "Magnemite, return! How would you like to make a trade?" he offered.
Carl meanwhile recalled Furret, "No thanks. I don't like trading my friends."
"Oh well. I guess I'll just have to TAKE IT!" he mood-swung and pokeball swiped Carl right on the spot, and stuck the ball with his others.
"Hey!! Give me back my pokeball!" he yelled. This of course managed to attract quite a crowd, and the man didn't want to get on the bad side of the law.
"Ah, you're right!" he said, regaining his composure, and grabbing into his pocket for a pokeball. "Here's your Furret!" he stated. "He's quite a toughie." Smirked the competing man.
"Thanks!" replied Carl, "I guess I better be going." He said, eyeing a clock nearby. It was getting late.
***
"Well, how was your day, guys?" Carl asked his friend when they met up at the pokemon center. For at Trade Center, they decided to split up and go exploring.
"I found a few interesting TMs," said Yetis, "They're really good at teaching pokemon new and unexpected moves."
"How so?" Carl asked with curiosity.
"Well, you do know that Ratatta can learn that water gun TM, don't you?" Yetis said, trying to get his point across.
"He can?" Carl stated while grabbing the TM from his pocket. "Maybe he'd like to learn a new move." he said while in deep thought. "But first I think my pokemon need some good healing." He stated while making his way to go get some recovery for his friends whom rest in their pokeballs.
***
It was nearly an hour later that Carl's pokemon were all fixed up. Nurse Joy had something to say too. "Your pokemon are all healed." She said with a smile. "We even managed to get those deep scratch marks out of your Magnemite. It's as good as new."
Carl meanwhile responded as if nothing odd happened, "That's good to know. I can't seem to keep Magna-M-Magnemite!" it was then that he realized there was a problem. He decided to then throw the pokeball, and sure enough he had his answer. "Oh no! The man stole Furret!"
Magnemite however eyed the place warily, and wondered what was going on, 'Magnemite?' it asked with wonder and worry.
"Magnemite, I hate to say this, but I think your trainer has abandoned you!" Carl said with sadness. Kim and Yetis heard all the talk too.
Kim decided to chime in, while Magnemite decided to cry its eye out. "Carl, how can you think so heartlessly?" she said, "You hurt its feelings!"
"I'm not the one who abandoned my pokemon just because I'm an evil trader." Carl countered, to begin the argument.
Yetis decided to end it though, "Carl is right. This man stole Furret while abandoning, or sacrificing Magnemite in the process." He thought for a minute.
"Hey Magnemite," Carl said while placing an arm on the top of its spherical form, "I know this might not make you feel better, but since your old trainer wouldn't care about you, could I be your friend? I would like having you as my friend." Magnemite eyed this with some growing interest. It became a bit happier, or so it looked, and made a nod-like gesture with its head. "Great. Now I might need your help. Do you know where your old trainer hangs out?" he asked. Once again, Magnemite nodded, but with a serious determination. Determination for revenge!
***
"Hah!" came a slight laugh, "That kid fell for it. I have a tough battling Furret instead of that wimpy Magnemite! I sometimes impress even myself!" he joked. It was an alleyway. It was there that the thief was hanging out. There that he suspected that he would never be found. that was true until now!
"Hey!" came an angry yell. "Give me back Furret!" came the heroic voice of our main man.
"No way! You fell for it. It's my Furret now!" he smirked while holding onto the pokeball that held it.
'Magnemite!' came a loud scowl followed by the magnetic pokemon's form.
"You?" he wondered in disgust. "You're a worthless piece of scrap metal!" he said raising an open hand. "Beat it!" he said, bringing it down to slap at the floating beast, but its hide was more metallic than it should be, and all he did was hurt it. "Ouch!" he shouted, followed by a word not suitable for young children.
Magnemite wasn't stopping there, it followed up with tackles and thunderous zaps. Carl took the opportunity to grab for Furret, still in his pokeball, and released him. His usually happy mood was dampened, but when he saw Carl, he cheered up quickly. 'Fur! Fur, Furret!' he shouted as they embraced in a hug of friendship.
"I missed you too, buddy!" Carl responded, as Magnemite came towards Carl's side with curiosity. "Magnemite, how would you like to come with me?" Carl asked, "I promise, I'll never leave you to rot. I will never leave you, unless you wish it first. I promise. Friends?" he asked. Furret gave a nod that basically told the gravity deprived magnet 'Yes, do it! You'll be glad you did!' Magnemite nodded heartily without a second thought. I didn't need to. It knew a good decision. This decision wasn't a good one; it was more like a great one! Carl still had one dilemma though.
***
Back at the center, Carl returns with his 2 poke-friends, and begins to explain what happened to his friends. "So after I called the police, they came as fast as they could. This man will be in jail for a while as far as I know. Of course, now that I have 5 pokemon excluding these 2 here, I will have to choose 1 to stay with me. What should I do?"
Yetis had an idea. "I know." He eyed Furret, "Furret, you trust me, do you not?" he asked the Raccoon. It nodded in agreement. "How would you like to come with me? I promise to treat you well. Besides I'll be with Carl for a while, so you can hang with him too. How bout it?" Furret considered for a minute, then decided with a nod to comply. "Carl, do you except this trade."
"You mean Furret for your honorable upholding of respect," he smirked as a joke, "It's a trade!"
And they all laughed together as a job well done, and a new friend was now in tow. Welcome aboard Magnemite! The adventures in Tenor City are not over yet.
A/N: Same old, same old. Review please. Ideas, complaints, flames, comments, compliments, etc. Anything. Just send. Next Chapter: When the gang decides to try their luck in a local tourney, will they find it to be a truly challenging experience, or will they be up to it? Find out, next time!
Chapter 13: Trendy on Trader's Lane!
It's a great day as al. oh no, now wait a second, forget that. It's raining, and there's a thunderstorm raging across the sky. It is here at the Pokemon Center that we find our main man, Carl. Looks like he's writing something. Appears to be a Journal of his Journeys thus far. And between you and me, he's writing about what's going to happen to lead up to this chapter.
'So anyway,' said nobody, but rather was what Carl wrote, 'after the run-in with those Torchics, we made our way towards the town.' And at this, we cue a flashback.
***
It's now city grounds as Kim, Carl and Yetis are in Tenor City. "We're here at last!" shouted Carl, relieved to be closer to earning another badge.
"I don't know about you," Kim mentioned, "But I think we should check this place out. After all, we should see what this city has to offer!"
Little did they, know that it might be quite interesting. After only a few blocks, Yetis noticed something that might be of interest. "Check this out!" he said, looking at a sign, then read it aloud, "Trader's Lane! Where Battle and pokemon trading are always in high demand."
"Interesting." Carl blankly stated. He never did like trading pokemon. After all, what kind of monster gives up his friends, and can you call them friends if you willingly give them up? Maybe the pokemon don't mind, but in the end, they should have a say in the matter, and not be traded by force. After all, everyone deserves equal rights, don't they? "I really don't like the idea of trading." he began.
"Well, it's not all that bad." Explained Carl, "I had a few pokemon who I got on a trading spree a few years back."
"Yes, but did the pokemon want to be traded?" Carl countered. "Did you ask them before you made your deals with other trainers?"
"Well, no. but it's a known fact that strong pokemon make for great trades, and usually, the pokemon who becomes so sought after might like the fame and attention." He continued. "After all, who doesn't?"
"Well, I don't know if I like the sound of this, but if you insist," Carl sighed, "But don't expect me to trade anything."
***
"Trade Centers are free, but then again, you aren't buying, you're trading!" joked Yetis. Kim tried not to laugh, seeing how Carl wasn't quite in the mood for the jokes. "You can also battle your pokemon here too. You don't see any harm in that, do you?"
"No, I don't." Carl thought, "Alright, I could always do with some extra training," he nodded, while observing all the many people trading pokemon and trying to get good trades. They seemed to be poor trainer material.
***
The battling arena looked large, and it seemed to be a place where winning was of high priority. Carl merely shrugged it off as competitive spirit, but that unbeknownst to him, will be a fatal mistake!
"Say you!" came a loud, and rather deep voice. To this, Carl turned around and eyed the person in question. He was a big looking gruff man who seemed to no more than a blank personality who wants to make a trade. "How about a match?"
"Um, sure. Ok." Carl replied, grabbing for a pokeball. "Furret, Go!" Carl yelled, as he released the hyperactive raccoon into the fray of skill and combat.
"Bah!" mocked the big-man, "Your puny fur-ball won't beat my Magnemite!" he said, hurling a pokeball of his own. From it a small shiny and circular being of metal with magnets for ears and a few unscrewed bolts. It had one eye too.
"Magnemite?" Carl said to nobody, well except Pokedex, 'Magnemite, the Magnet pokemon. This pokemon uses its magnetic, hardened steel body to both defy the laws of gravity and produce electricity.' "Steel body?" Carl wondered. "Furret, use Defense Curl!"
"Magnemite! Don't you dare let that rodent win! Use Sonic Boom!" commanded the opponent with great force. Magnemite complied, and even though Furret curled up in defense, he was not ready for the furious sound waves.
Carl merely gave a new command, "Use Slash attack!" he ordered, to which his trusty pokemon readied a sharpened claw and took a great slicing swipe! Magnemite felt a great deal of pain from this, as the claw managed to pierce its way through its metal skin.
The owner of Magnemite became a bit concerned. "Use Harden! Do 'not' let him win!" he yelled with distasteful spite. At this, the magnet-bodied creature began to glisten slightly, and his skin became more durable. He had become a denser metal!
"Furret! Don't worry! Just finish it off with Double Edge." Carl ordered.
At that command, the raccoon leaped up and pounced at the floating sphere. It was sent flying, which is different than its natural antigravity floating, right towards a nearby wall. It seems that Magnemite had lost the battle. "Nice job kid!" said the man with a smirk. "Magnemite, return! How would you like to make a trade?" he offered.
Carl meanwhile recalled Furret, "No thanks. I don't like trading my friends."
"Oh well. I guess I'll just have to TAKE IT!" he mood-swung and pokeball swiped Carl right on the spot, and stuck the ball with his others.
"Hey!! Give me back my pokeball!" he yelled. This of course managed to attract quite a crowd, and the man didn't want to get on the bad side of the law.
"Ah, you're right!" he said, regaining his composure, and grabbing into his pocket for a pokeball. "Here's your Furret!" he stated. "He's quite a toughie." Smirked the competing man.
"Thanks!" replied Carl, "I guess I better be going." He said, eyeing a clock nearby. It was getting late.
***
"Well, how was your day, guys?" Carl asked his friend when they met up at the pokemon center. For at Trade Center, they decided to split up and go exploring.
"I found a few interesting TMs," said Yetis, "They're really good at teaching pokemon new and unexpected moves."
"How so?" Carl asked with curiosity.
"Well, you do know that Ratatta can learn that water gun TM, don't you?" Yetis said, trying to get his point across.
"He can?" Carl stated while grabbing the TM from his pocket. "Maybe he'd like to learn a new move." he said while in deep thought. "But first I think my pokemon need some good healing." He stated while making his way to go get some recovery for his friends whom rest in their pokeballs.
***
It was nearly an hour later that Carl's pokemon were all fixed up. Nurse Joy had something to say too. "Your pokemon are all healed." She said with a smile. "We even managed to get those deep scratch marks out of your Magnemite. It's as good as new."
Carl meanwhile responded as if nothing odd happened, "That's good to know. I can't seem to keep Magna-M-Magnemite!" it was then that he realized there was a problem. He decided to then throw the pokeball, and sure enough he had his answer. "Oh no! The man stole Furret!"
Magnemite however eyed the place warily, and wondered what was going on, 'Magnemite?' it asked with wonder and worry.
"Magnemite, I hate to say this, but I think your trainer has abandoned you!" Carl said with sadness. Kim and Yetis heard all the talk too.
Kim decided to chime in, while Magnemite decided to cry its eye out. "Carl, how can you think so heartlessly?" she said, "You hurt its feelings!"
"I'm not the one who abandoned my pokemon just because I'm an evil trader." Carl countered, to begin the argument.
Yetis decided to end it though, "Carl is right. This man stole Furret while abandoning, or sacrificing Magnemite in the process." He thought for a minute.
"Hey Magnemite," Carl said while placing an arm on the top of its spherical form, "I know this might not make you feel better, but since your old trainer wouldn't care about you, could I be your friend? I would like having you as my friend." Magnemite eyed this with some growing interest. It became a bit happier, or so it looked, and made a nod-like gesture with its head. "Great. Now I might need your help. Do you know where your old trainer hangs out?" he asked. Once again, Magnemite nodded, but with a serious determination. Determination for revenge!
***
"Hah!" came a slight laugh, "That kid fell for it. I have a tough battling Furret instead of that wimpy Magnemite! I sometimes impress even myself!" he joked. It was an alleyway. It was there that the thief was hanging out. There that he suspected that he would never be found. that was true until now!
"Hey!" came an angry yell. "Give me back Furret!" came the heroic voice of our main man.
"No way! You fell for it. It's my Furret now!" he smirked while holding onto the pokeball that held it.
'Magnemite!' came a loud scowl followed by the magnetic pokemon's form.
"You?" he wondered in disgust. "You're a worthless piece of scrap metal!" he said raising an open hand. "Beat it!" he said, bringing it down to slap at the floating beast, but its hide was more metallic than it should be, and all he did was hurt it. "Ouch!" he shouted, followed by a word not suitable for young children.
Magnemite wasn't stopping there, it followed up with tackles and thunderous zaps. Carl took the opportunity to grab for Furret, still in his pokeball, and released him. His usually happy mood was dampened, but when he saw Carl, he cheered up quickly. 'Fur! Fur, Furret!' he shouted as they embraced in a hug of friendship.
"I missed you too, buddy!" Carl responded, as Magnemite came towards Carl's side with curiosity. "Magnemite, how would you like to come with me?" Carl asked, "I promise, I'll never leave you to rot. I will never leave you, unless you wish it first. I promise. Friends?" he asked. Furret gave a nod that basically told the gravity deprived magnet 'Yes, do it! You'll be glad you did!' Magnemite nodded heartily without a second thought. I didn't need to. It knew a good decision. This decision wasn't a good one; it was more like a great one! Carl still had one dilemma though.
***
Back at the center, Carl returns with his 2 poke-friends, and begins to explain what happened to his friends. "So after I called the police, they came as fast as they could. This man will be in jail for a while as far as I know. Of course, now that I have 5 pokemon excluding these 2 here, I will have to choose 1 to stay with me. What should I do?"
Yetis had an idea. "I know." He eyed Furret, "Furret, you trust me, do you not?" he asked the Raccoon. It nodded in agreement. "How would you like to come with me? I promise to treat you well. Besides I'll be with Carl for a while, so you can hang with him too. How bout it?" Furret considered for a minute, then decided with a nod to comply. "Carl, do you except this trade."
"You mean Furret for your honorable upholding of respect," he smirked as a joke, "It's a trade!"
And they all laughed together as a job well done, and a new friend was now in tow. Welcome aboard Magnemite! The adventures in Tenor City are not over yet.
A/N: Same old, same old. Review please. Ideas, complaints, flames, comments, compliments, etc. Anything. Just send. Next Chapter: When the gang decides to try their luck in a local tourney, will they find it to be a truly challenging experience, or will they be up to it? Find out, next time!