Chapter 33: I Dream of Geraldine
Images flashed through her mind like a record player, only here, there was no stop button. Team Rocket taking her out of Lake of Rage, right in front of her parents. Being electrocuted and having strange substances injected into her as she lay helpless in that large room. Having nets be thrown on her twice. Being pelted by falling icicles. She found herself thrashing all around, back in that awful room. She needed to get out. Get out! Get out and go back home! She could hear the swishing of her large tail, swaying left and right.
Her large eyes slammed open the moment a lightning bolt almost hit her. She looked around, realizing that she wasn't in that room, nor was she in the river heading for Mahogany Town. What happened? Then she remembered: she felt something small tap her hide, and she had turned to light before disappearing completely. Everything around her was pitch black, but she could still make out some shapes, such as a bushy tail, some weird thing shaped like a thunder bolt, and human fingers. Human fingers...this was new. She wasn't outside, so she was sure she was being trapped in some kind of closed space. But oddly enough, she didn't feel trapped. Whatever was confining her, she felt strangely safe. She thanked her lucky stars that she wasn't with Team Rocket anymore.
But that begged the question: what happened to that girl who helped her get out? She heard some people say her name was...Julie? Julianne? No, it was Julia. That was it. Boy, was she glad she was nice and nothing like Team Rocket. Sure, she was a human, and many of her friends and family told her to keep away from humans. But she could sense that this girl wasn't like Team Rocket. But where was she? She wasn't hurt, was she?
"Urrgh...what happened to me?"
Gyarados looked up. She could make out Julia's face.
Speaking of whom, the first thing Julia saw upon peeling her eyes open were the worried faces of Hikaru, Lucretia, and Saoirse. As soon as she woke up, all of their ears stood up in the air, and they flashed huge smiles that just screamed relief. Their large eyes almost watered up as soon as they gazed upon their newly awakening trainer. She was okay!
"Pikapi!"
"Eevui!"
"Snubbull!"
Once she got a better look, Julia found herself sitting upright, and the trio of Pokemon leaped into her arms, nuzzling and snuggling against her chest. The three were just so overcome with relief, as was their trainer. Julia could see that Lucretia wasn't paralyzed anymore. The fact that they stayed by her side, worrying about whether she'd wake up or not, was enough to make tears trickle out from the corners of her eyes. Julia wrapped her arms around her friends.
"Everyone...I'm so glad you're all okay…" Julia whimpered, her voice overcome with intense relief. More than she had ever experienced before. Truthfully, though, she knew that they were just as worried about her, probably even more so than she was about them. The trio of Pokemon cooed and squealed and snuggled against their trainer, all smiles, like they never wanted to let her go.
But the first thing Julia noticed was that she wasn't outside anymore. Large, rectangle shaped fluorescent lights shone down on her, and she looked down to see that she was dressed in a blue paper hospital gown, lying underneath a soft, comfy white blanket. Her left arm was completely covered in gauze, from her elbow to her wrist, with her left index finger being wrapped in gauze, along with having a silver, metal object around it. She was surrounded by light green curtains that almost looked turquoise. Seeing all these objects helped Julia piece together where she was: a hospital.
What time was it? Julia looked to her side, finding her backpack slumped against a small chair. It didn't take much for her to reach toward it and grab it, pulling it to herself as the Pokemon backed away to give her some space. She pulled out her PokeGear and turned it on. The time read 10:16 AM. She remembered seeing the sky turn orange when she was on the red Gyarados's back.
"Have I...been out this whole time? For the whole night?" Julia asked aloud.
"Eevui!"
"Snub!" Both Lucretia and Saoirse answered yes.
Julia held her uninjured hand up to stroke Saoirse's hair. Lucretia laid down on her lap, or what was covered by the blanket, curling up in a fluffy ball. Hikaru leaned her back against the metal railings around the hospital bed, watching everyone with a calm, relieved expression on her orange face. When Julia looked down at her injured hand, she noticed she was clutching a PokeBall. It didn't have a sticker on it like all the others did. Her fingers were a deep red, like Hikaru's round cheeks.
Then she remembered. She had slammed this PokeBall on the red Gyarados before she passed out from the pain her arm and leg had sustained. That could only mean one thing. "I...I caught the red Gyarados?"
Hikaru crawled closer to sniff the PokeBall. Julia couldn't help but smile as she watched the orange mouse's little nose crinkle up and down, twitching as she whiffed the PokeBall. "Pikapika," Julia translated that as, "Yes you did, Jule."
Finally, she let go of the PokeBall, letting it sit on her lap, right next to Lucretia. The evolution Pokemon wasn't bothered by the new PokeBall being right next to her. With her fur being so thick and bushy, she could barely feel a thing, especially since the PokeBall didn't move, nor was it very close to begin with. Still, the fact that she actually caught the red Gyarados, who was rampaging through Mahogany Town out of fear and sorrow, wasn't quite sinking in. But she did manage to comprehend one thing: she had made a new friend. Gyarados would be safe from Team Rocket, and they would never even so much as come near her ever again.
To Julia, that was more important than anything.
Still, she knew that the red Gyarados lived at the Lake of Rage, and clearly she wanted to go back home. But now that Julia was in the hospital, questions began hatching in her mind like Pokemon eggs. How long was she going to be in here? Would the doctors make her stay for a few days for observation? She had seen doctors on medical shows advise their patients to stay to check on things, like how their injuries would heal or if certain medicines and procedures worked. She could see from the way the gauze wrapped around her hands that her injuries seemed quite severe, enough to need thick gauze and not a simple band-aid. But would she be advised to just be careful with them for the next few days and just be discharged in a couple hours? Julia let out a grunt. All these questions were making her quite irritated.
Thankfully, someone pulled a curtain back. It was a female doctor with curly black hair and blue eyes, wearing a white lab coat over some blue hospital attire, with her feet covered with what appeared to be paper slippers. Resting in her hand was a brown clipboard with some papers attached to it. As soon as she laid eyes on Julia, she smiled.
"Oh good, you're awake! Hello there," The female doctor greeted her warmly, with a kind smile. Julia looked right at the nametag on her coat. It read Dr. Abigail Meyer in bold black text. "I'm Dr. Meyer. Do you know where you're at?"
"I'm in a hospital," Julia answered matter-of-factly. "How did I get here?"
"Mr. Lance Cipris brought you here on his Dragonite," Dr. Meyer explained. Come to think of it, even in her unconscious state, she could feel rough scales on her skin, but it didn't feel like a Gyarados's hide. She remembered feeling wind on her face and hair. That seemed to explain it. "He told me about what happened. Your arm and leg needed some stitching, and as you can see," She pointed to her index finger, the one that was covered with some kind of bent piece of metal. "Your finger got broken. That's why the splint is there."
"Splint?" Julia asked, holding her finger up close to get a better look. "Is that what this is called?"
"Yes. If you give it some time to rest, your finger will heal in four to six weeks," Dr. Meyer explained.
"Are my arm and leg broken, too?"
Dr. Meyer shook her head. "No. That Spike Cannon attack left some holes in your arm and leg, but they're not broken," She sat down on a nearby chair and set her clipboard down on her lap. "However, the injuries they sustained are severe in that you can't exactly move them for about a week and a half."
"Oh," Julia remembered icicles and glowing spikes falling down on her and the red Gyarados. Then the old man and his Cloyster. That was it! He had commanded his Cloyster to attack the red Gyarados despite knowing Julia was on her back. Her confusion began to gradually morph into anger. She got severely hurt because of him, and for all she knew she could have died. He said something about wanting to teach her a lesson, but did that really warrant telling his Cloyster to attack them? Boy, was she going to give that old man a piece of her mind once she was well enough to leave.
"Unfortunately, you're going to have to stay in the hospital for that time," Dr. Meyer said.
Stay in the hospital? For a week and a half? The old man was pushed out of her mind, and Julia found herself yelling, "What?! For over a week?! Like...I have to stay here? The whole time? And I can't leave the hospital at all until after that?!" Julia always wanted specific answers for everything, and they had to be set in stone. Nothing vague or cryptic.
"Yes to all of that," Dr. Meyer answered, keeping her voice low and calm.
As happy as Julia was about having answers, she couldn't help but groan at the idea of being cooped up in the hospital for over a week. Sure, she knew it was so her injuries could heal, and she appreciated that they were taking precautions to make sure they healed properly. Plus, her Pokemon were here, so perhaps it wouldn't be all bad, but still. She didn't know if she could survive being stuck in a hospital room for an entire week. There were still some questions that absolutely required answers.
"Will I at least be able to stand up and at least walk around? Or go to the bathroom? Or take a shower?" Embarrassing to ask, yes, but Julia was not one to miss bathroom breaks or chances of showers.
Dr. Meyer smiled. "Don't worry. There's a bathroom with a shower right over there," She pointed to the end of the long room. Julia pulled one of the curtains back, noticing a grey door with a shiny handle on it, and hanging from that handle was a double-sided sign, with one side showing the word vacant on it. Julia knew that if the bathroom was vacant, it meant that it wasn't being used at the moment. The sign on the top of the door read "Bathroom." Well, that's one question answered.
If there was one thing Julia couldn't help but be happy about, trivial as it seemed, it was that she managed to wash all her extra clothes before arriving at Mahogany Town. She wasn't sure what she'd do if there was no washer or dryer. Did hospitals even had those? Still, more questions lingered, and being the curious girl she was, the urge to ask them all seized her.
"What about the Pokemon?" Julia asked again. "They probably don't wanna be cooped up in a room all day."
"We have a playroom for Pokemon here in case their trainers get hurt, in surgery, or recovering, and a lot of these procedures take a long time," The doctor explained once more. Good. Then Dr. Meyer noticed the PokeBall next to Lucretia. "You never let go of that PokeBall even once."
"Really?"
Dr. Meyer nodded, seeing the confusion on the girl's face. "You held onto it the entire time you've been here, even when you were getting stitches."
This time, Julia used her uninjured hand to pick the PokeBall back up. It's round, hard surface was completely warm, like it had been placed near a cozy fireplace. Then again, Julia had held onto it for over a day, and her body heat transferred to it, so of course it would be warm.
"Can I ask what Pokemon is inside?"
Julia wasted no time answering. "It's a Gyarados!"
Now, it was Dr. Meyer's turn to look confused. Julia see her tense up and back away a little, like she saw a ghost. Was it fear or confusion? She was sure it had to be either one of the two, or both. Then again, Gyarados were often seen as scary by the public, so it was no surprise, especially with the fiasco from yesterday. Immediately, she thought the worst, holding her PokeBall close like she was clinging to it for dear life.
"Please don't take her away!" Julia pleaded. "I won't let her out, I promise!"
"I wasn't going to," Dr. Meyer told her reassuringly. She took in a breath before saying, "The TV remote is on that night stand if you want to watch TV," She pointed to a little night stand with a black TV remote on it. Julia looked up. Hanging from the ceiling was a small TV that was currently off at the moment. "There are some books over there if you want to read them."
Hikaru leaped off of the hospital bed and walked over to the movable book cart. It was full of books, some big and some small, and they were piled higgledy-piggledy on top of each other. There was one tower of books that leaned over to the left, like one little touch would cause it to completely topple over and scatter all over the place. There were a few books that caught Julia's eye, all of them pertaining to training a Gyarados.
"Thank you," Julia said.
"I have to tend to some other patients, but if you need anything, press that button on the wall," Once again, she pointed to a big red button on the wall. "It'll let anyone within the vicinity know you need something. There will be some nurses that will bring food to you every now and again, in case you're hungry."
As much as Julia liked the notion of eating at the moment, since she hadn't done so all day yesterday, she was sure that hospital food wasn't going to be ideal. They certainly wouldn't have her favorites, such as bananas, blueberry yogurt, chocolate chip cookies, etc. Even if they did serve vegetables such as broccoli, corn, or carrots, she had seen patients receive food trays on TV, and they often didn't look as though they were cooked all the way, nor taste very good. Then she remembered the food she had bought before the Gyarados fiasco. She still had some stuff saved in her bag.
Right then, Dr. Meyer left the room, leaving Julia alone with her Pokemon. It must be confessed that the Gyarados watched and listened to the entire scene, managing to hear every word. Hearing that she was going to be stuck in here for over a week did not make for happy thoughts. All she wanted to do was go home, be with her parents, be with her friends, and go back to her normal life.
"This stinks!" The Gyarados growled to herself. Even so, her conscious rationalized, it wasn't all bad. At least she wasn't with Team Rocket anymore, the PokeBall she was inside didn't feel oppressive or hindering, and this Julia girl seemed nice enough. Her other Pokemon seemed to adore her, and while staying here wasn't ideal, at least nobody was getting hurt or causing trouble. Still, she yearned for the sweet embrace of the lake's cool, soothing waters, and her Gyarados parents welcoming her back home, all smiles, relieved to see that their daughter was alright.
Julia looked down at the PokeBall in her hand. She was sure that the Gyarados she caught must be lonely, being stuck in that ball and not back in Lake of Rage. It would be over a week until she would be discharged, and since Gyarados is a big Pokemon that the hospital obviously couldn't house without potential property damage or putting the lives of other patients at risk, she couldn't let her out, even if it was just to stretch herself out for a bit. She wondered if maybe talking to her through the PokeBall would make her feel somewhat better. It wouldn't be ideal, but it would be better than nothing.
"Hello!" Julia greeted the PokeBall with a warm, beaming smile, holding it up to her face. "Are you doing okay in there, Gyarados?"
The PokeBall nodded, meaning the Gyarados was responding. "Sorry if I scared you yesterday. I kinda captured you, so that kinda makes me your trainer now," Julia told it.
Gyarados looked down at her large, red tail, averting Julia's gaze. "Well, at least it's better than being in that awful room," She reassured herself.
"I know you want to go back home, but the doctors say we can't leave for another week," Julia told the PokeBall. "But don't worry! I make sure you at least get back home once we get out of here. Promise!"
Something told the red Gyarados that this girl was not to be feared. She had sensed it when the girl had snuck into the room and helped her get out. She definitely wasn't working for Team Rocket. The fact that she stuck around and tried to help her even though there was so much happening at once, from TR trying to catch her yet again, to Pryce's Cloyster attacking them, said a lot about her. Still, she couldn't let her guard down. Something could easily go wrong, and she didn't want to take that chance. But the thought of being able to go back home was too alluring.
Against her Gyarados instincts, she believed in the girl's promise. Julia smiled. "So, uhhh...I hope we can be friends! Oh! I'm Julia, by the way!" She finally introduced herself after so long. Hikaru, Lucretia, and Saoirse all gathered around. "These are my friends! Here's Hikaru the Pikachu, Lucretia the Eevee, and Saoirse the Snubbull!"
Pikachu, Eevee, and Snubbull. The red Gyarados had never seen those Pokemon before. She had seen some Sentret, Hoothoot, Girafarig, and the occasional new Pokemon that passing trainers would send out for battle, but never had she seen these three in particular. But nonetheless, they seemed friendly and approachable enough. The trio of Pokemon squeaked, greeting the PokeBall warmly. Gyarados wished she could go out and greet them herself, but that was impossible.
"So...would you like to have a name?" Julia asked politely. "All of my Pokemon have names, and if you have one, you'll feel more like your own Pokemon, not somebody else."
A name? The red Gyarados had heard many names in her life, namely from seeing Pokemon trainers come by every now and again. Satoshi. Shigeru. Eren. Armin. Abigail. Phine. Jonathan. Tobias. Caitlin. Sally. Holly. Diana. Cordelia. Taranee. Gaspard. Baldomero. They were all so different, yet so strange. But the red Gyarados? Having a name? She wasn't quite sure about that. However...she began to ruminate. Maybe if she had a name, she could have her own identity, and not just be known as the red Gyarados forever.
The PokeBall nodded.
"Great! I have the perfect name for you: Geraldine!" Julia announced.
The red Gyarados found herself taken aback. Geraldine? That wasn't a name she had heard before. Even so, it sounded so elegant, like a Gyarados happily swimming through the lake, with its tail swishing back and forth in a perfect rhythm. Elegant, graceful, mature. The red Gyarados liked the sound of that name. She had always wanted to be graceful and elegant, so perhaps a new name like this would do. Once again, the PokeBall nodded.
Julia smiled once more. "Awesome! Welcome to the family, Geraldine!"
For some reason, the red Gyarados-now Geraldine-thought she saw something in her. There was a happy glint in the girl's eyes, but that was it as far as she knew. Still, she didn't sense any malice in the girl's heart, and her other Pokemon seemed to like her. Maybe, in time, she thought she could, too.
Saoirse was kind enough to get some books out of the cart and hand them to Julia. They passed the time by reading together. One book Julia read detailed how beginning trainers could properly care for a Gyarados, from brushing its scales to what to do when it suddenly goes berserk. Geraldine could barely make out some passages from her PokeBall, but since she was a Pokemon and, well, couldn't read, all she could do was stare at them. Julia especially found the book to be very helpful and informative, making a mental note to buy a copy of it at the nearest bookstore, if Mahogany Town had any.
For now, everything seemed fine. The small Pokemon hung around, keeping each other company, and Julia occupied herself with the books on the cart, along with some of her own she had in her bag. Sometimes she would put on her PokeGear and play the radio function, keeping it at a low volume so she wouldn't disturb other patients sharing the room with her. The whole time, she talked to Geraldine like she was her own.
"See here, Geraldine? This is an Eevee. That's what Lucretia is!"
"I like this song. It's my favorites. I wish the Pokemon Music Channel would play it more often."
"Have you ever seen shiny Pokemon before, Geraldine?"
"Team Rocket sure are terrible, aren't they? We've had to deal with them before. I wish they'd just go away already."
"I'm from New Bark Town. It's very far away. I wonder how Mom and Dad are doing. Did the hospital tell them I'm here?" Julia looked away from Geraldine's PokeBall, eyeing the book cart. "Though to be honest, I kinda wish they wouldn't. I don't want them to get worried or freak out."
Geraldine couldn't help but find herself flabbergasted by that comment. She could see where she was coming from, sure, but if it were Geraldine, she'd want to fly back to the Lake of Rage and let her parents know that she was okay. "They're gonna get worried whether they know you're hurt or not!" Geraldine growled, not that her new trainer could hear.
Speak of the devil, her PokeGear began blaring the high pitched ring tone. Julia checked the caller ID. It was her mother. As reluctant as she was to answer, she knew she had to. She pressed a button and held the PokeGear up to ear.
"Hello?"
"Julia! Oh, thank goodness!" Her mother's voice was almost bordering on hysterical, and since it was so loud, Julia held the phone away from her ear. "I got a call from some hospital in Mahogany saying you had gotten hurt and I've been so worried and I just got to work and-"
"Mom! It's okay!" Julia reassured. "I'm fine! Yeah, I'm in a hospital but I'm okay!"
Finally, she could hear some calming breaths, and that usually meant her mother was trying to compose herself. "I'm glad you're alright. Can you tell me what happened?"
Julia tensed up. She was sure that if she told her mother everything, including the times she almost got killed while trying to help Geraldine, she would never hear the end of it. At the same time, she didn't want to lie and make her angry. But it seemed both telling the truth or telling a lie would make her mad, even though everyone else said that being honest was good. Even so, there was no way she was going to elaborate on the details. Any way she'd phrase it would make her mother completely flip out and possibly beg for more details, and she really didn't want to deal with that. But perhaps withholding some specifics wouldn't hurt.
"...We were at the Lake of Rage," Julia began. "And there were some Gyarados battling each other," She hated lying to her mother. She wished she could tell the truth, but fear of the repercussions seized her. "Perrine, Caiseal, and I wound up getting caught in the middle by accident. That's all. They're okay, just so you know!" She reassured once more.
"Goodness!" Kassia exclaimed. So much for not wanting to make her worry or freak out. "You didn't break any bones, did you? You're not hurt badly?"
"Well…" Julia especially didn't want to tell her mother about the injuries she did sustain, or how she got them. She was sure her mother would file a lawsuit against that old man and never let her or anyone else hear the end of it. As much as she wanted to have a word with Pryce, she really didn't feel like dealing with him or potential lawsuits. "My arm and leg did get kinda bruised, but the doctors said it's nothing too serious, though they said they want to keep me here overnight for observation."
One lie after another piled into her heart. She prayed to Arceus that her mother would believe her and leave it at that. Then again, most parents could tell when their kids were lying, no matter how well the kids tried to hide it. But Julia wasn't trying to be mean or malicious. She just didn't want her mother to worry, nor did she want to deal with anything as of right now, selfish as that admittedly was.
"I see. That must have been scary," Kassia sounded calmer this time. "Well, I'm glad you're okay. I don't know what I'd do if I lost another one of my precious daughters…" Her voice grew wistful. Julia could tell she was still worried about Amara, and she could detect a subtle tiredness in her mother's voice. "I wish I could come and visit you. Really, I do. But I can't get out of work as easily as I used to."
"It's okay! You don't have to do that! I'll be fine! My friends are with me!"
"That's good."
"Have you heard anything about Amara lately?"
Kassia fell silent for just a moment. "...The police said they received some tips, but so far, nothing has come of them."
"Oh. I did manage to catch an extra Pokemon! I don't know why she's not being transferred to the ranch, though."
"Wonderful!" Kassia rejoiced, her voice going from despondent to jovial within seconds. Julia couldn't help but wonder how easily that could happen. "I hear that Pokemon transporters emit some kind of energy that allows the extra Pokemon to go to their designated destinations. If the trainer has an extra Pokemon and they're outside of it's range, they don't get transferred until they're within at least a one mile radius of the Pokemon Center."
"Ohhhhh!" Julia found herself intrigued by this new information. "So THAT's how that works!"
"So what Pokemon did you catch?"
Julia winked mischievously. "It's a secret!"
"Alright then. I have to go now. I have some Pokemon that need care. Call me back when I get this new Pokemon you caught. Okay?"
"Okay!"
With that, mother and daughter said goodbye, and Julia hung up her PokeGear. Julia spent the next hour watching the TV on the ceiling. There wasn't much on except for a medical documentary about something called Vanishing Twin Syndrome, detailing how some babies, while in utero, could absorb their own twin. Julia barely paid attention, as she kept herself occupied by talking to Lucretia, Saoirse, and Geraldine most of the time while Hikaru sat on the edge of the bed, lost in her thoughts. After seeing that the documentary was over, Julia used the remote to turn off the TV.
"Julia!"
Familiar voices made the girl whip her head toward the door. Perrine, Caiseal, and Lance all came into the room. The first thing Perrine did was run over to her friend and wrap her arms around her, pulling her close. "Thank Arceus you're okay! We've been so worried about you!"
"Sorry about that," Julia apologized.
"We would have come by earlier, but this hospital doesn't even allow visitors until after twelve!" Caiseal explained, scratching his scruffy blonde hair with one hand. "Can you believe it? What kind of stupid rule is that anyway? But seriously, are you alright?"
"Sure am! Though the doctor did say I have to stay here for over a week."
"Ugh. That's gotta stink," Caiseal piped in.
"Agreed!"
Perrine let go of Julia to give her some breathing room. "Since we weren't allowed to come see you until now, Caiseal and I decided to battle the Mahogany gym leader, Pryce," She explained.
"Awwww! You guys battled the gym leader already?!" Julia whined. She knew she was in no condition to battle any trainers, but she wished she could have seen their battles.
"Yeah we did!" Both Perrine and Caiseal pulled out badges that resembled light blue hexagons made to look like snowflakes. "We got Glacier Badges to prove it!"
"Lucky…" Julia pouted. "Wait, who's the gym leader?"
"Pryce Snow," Lance interrupted, crossing his arms, wearing an oddly dark expression on his face. He seemed to spit the name out like it was poison, and Julia could tell from his deep frown and his squinting eyes that he didn't seem to like even mentioning the name Pryce. "He specializes in ice types. But...you should also know…" He seemed hesitant to continue, as he paused at first, letting the sentence drift away. Soon, he dropped a bombshell. "He was the one who commanded his Cloyster to attack you."
To say Julia was shocked would be an understatement. She found herself screaming, "WHAT?!" At the top of her lungs. It was so unexpected that everyone backed away a step or two, and nobody even told her to use her inside voice. Her green eyes became wide to the point of resembling saucers, and she couldn't prevent the ungraceful dropping of her jaw. Pryce Snow was the old man from yesterday? The actual Mahogany Town gym leader, the same one who told her that Pokemon were not meant to be friends, was the man who knowingly attacked Geraldine with full knowledge that Julia was riding on her back.
At first, she couldn't believe it. How could a gym leader willingly put someone in danger, let alone command their own Pokemon to attack someone? Wasn't that illegal? Soon, her confusion gradually morphed into anger. He had no right to attack her or Geraldine. Sure, he might have needed to use necessary force to make sure Geraldine didn't go berserk, but did he really have to command his Cloyster to attack her, knowing that Julia was on her back? Intentional assault on another human, whether a Pokemon was being used or not, was obviously a crime. She had seen enough crime shows to know assaulting someone was wrong unless circumstances dictated otherwise.
"...The gym leader was the one who attacked me and Geraldine?!" Julia yelped, finally letting what happened sink in.
Lance held his head down, averting Julia's eyes. She could see his bright red eyebrows furrow, and he looked more sad than mad. "Unfortunately, yes. I want to apologize on his behalf. I'm sorry he attacked you and the red Gyarados. He had absolutely no right to do what he did," Lance apologized profusely while keeping a calm demeanor. "He's out on errands right now, but I intend on confronting him and reporting this incident to the authorities."
"You better!" Perrine exclaimed. Julia could hear the anger peppering her voice. "He's a gym leader, and he's...what? 70 years old or something?! He should know better than to attack a little kid!"
Julia nodded in full agreement.
"We can be witnesses if you want someone to testify!" Caiseal pounded his hand on his chest to empathize his determination to do so.
"Do you want to press charges, Julia?" Lance asked.
It didn't take much for Julia to know what pressing charges meant. Watching cop shows can really teach someone a lot about what goes on in the police force and the courtroom. Julia simply answered, "Yes. Sure."
"We already chewed him out when we whipped his butt earlier this morning," Caiseal stretched his arms out. "Man, that guy's a total sourpuss!" He complained. "He kept yapping about how Pokemon and humans aren't meant to be friends and that we children are too naive to understand how cruel the world is! Yeah right!" Both girls and Lance found themselves fixated on him. They had never seen Caiseal palaver on about this before. "I know how cruel the world can be! I spent two months living on the streets! My own mother hated and abandoned me! I-"
When he realized what he just said, he immediately clammed up. Now the girls and Lance know, and he had been so intent on hiding it, too. Oddly enough, nobody said anything. There was a pause, and the tension in the area was thick. Desperate to not have to elaborate, he quickly changed the subject.
"Well...uhhh...Julia!" Caiseal suddenly exclaimed. "What were you thinking running out of the police station and throwing yourself into that fiasco yesterday?!" He yelled. Julia covered her ears faster than she could comprehend what he was saying. "You put yourself, the red Gyarados, and everyone else in danger, y'know!"
"I'm sorry!" Julia threw the blanket over herself, using it as a shield. "I just wanted to help, that's all! I didn't mean to cause trouble!"
"That doesn't matter! Even if you didn't mean it, something bad could have happened and you'd be the one to blame-"
Perrine was quick to pull Caiseal back by the arm. Even she thought he was being a little too harsh, though she did understand where he was coming from and that Julia did need to be scolded. "Alright, Cash! Back up!" He shut up the moment the orange haired girl pulled him back. "She's autistic, remember? She hates it when you yell."
'Autistic?' Hearing that made Lance's eyes widen and his eyebrows fly up. While he didn't exactly know too much about autism, as being the champion of two regions didn't give him much free time to do research on these things, he did know a little bit about it. So Julia was autistic...that explained a lot in his mind. Better yet, it made a lot of things clearer. Now he had a better idea of how to approach this situation.
"Quit making excuses, Perrine!" Caiseal snapped. "Even if she is autistic, she needs to-"
"I KNOW!" Perrine interrupted. "I get that. But do you really think yelling at her is gonna make her understand?"
Before Caiseal could argue, Lance stepped forward. "If you kids don't mind, I'll handle this," He approached Julia slowly, keeping his voice low and calm. "I understand now. I get that you were worried about the red Gyarados," He noticed the piles of Gyarados-related books on her bed. This told him that she seemed to be quite a responsible trainer, wanting to know all she could about Pokemon in order to care for them and understand them. "It's good that you love Pokemon so much, and I must thank you for your help in this situation."
Slowly, Julia pushed the blanket down, but didn't dare look Lance in the eyes. People's eyes were always judging her, thinking things about her, sizing her up, facing her, setting up expectations for her that she was sure she wouldn't be able to fulfill, making her feel as though she was being stripped all the way down to the deepest, darkest, most private, secret parts of her soul. She fixated her gaze on his red jean jacket. But she did listen, and it must be confessed, she found herself basking in Lance's praise.
"However," Lance frowned this time. "While we do appreciate your help, there were better ways to handle the situation, and running out of the police station, disobeying orders, and throwing yourself into the situation without consideration of the consequences aren't the best ways to do it."
Julia didn't protest. She didn't even try to argue, as she knew deep her heart that he was right. She knew doing what she did had consequences should she have failed, but she did it anyway. She was sure just saying sorry wouldn't resolve anything. But what else could she do.
"I'm sorry, sir," Julia apologized ruefully. "I wasn't trying to cause trouble. I got tired of waiting around and just wanted to help."
"I understand," Lance kept his voice soft and gentle. Despite his lack of knowledge about autism, he at least knew that sometimes the best way to approach someone was to be as calm, civil, and diplomatic as possible. Some people weren't always going to understand things right off the bat and do need to be told, sometimes repeatedly, what they had done. Yelling and screaming would only make things worse. "But I want you to understand that every choice you make, good or bad, can have consequences. I've seen people get thrown in jail for both grand crimes and even small offenses. I've seen people have their Pokemon taken away by the authorities, and I don't want these things happening to you."
Again, Julia didn't protest. He was right about everything. Well, at least he was being nice about it, so Julia didn't particularly mind.
"So how long did the doctors say you're gonna be here?" Perrine asked curiously.
"A week and a half."
"What?!" Both Caiseal and Perrine's jaws fell wide open. "What a bummer."
As big of a bummer as it was, Julia still had her Pokemon with her, so she wouldn't be lonely. Plus, Caiseal and Perrine decided they'd hang around and visit whenever visiting hours were open, and since they already defeated Pryce, they had all the time in the world. Lance said goodbye to the kids and left. It wasn't difficult to figure out where he was going or what he wanted to do. But for now, the kids were just happy that everyone was alright.
Mercury the Dragonite carried Lance across the skies as they headed toward a lone house in the middle of some woods. It was a small, modest looking house with icy blue walls and a grey roof. Some of the paint began to chip off, as there were some white spots that dotted the house. As soon as Lance got off of Mercury's back, he called him back to his PokeBall before walking on the porch and knocking on the door.
Knock knock knock
No answer as of yet. He didn't mind, as Pryce was over 70 years old, and he had gotten slower over the past few years. Lance stood before the door, planning what he wanted to say to Pryce and how to say it. Finally, the door knob creaked and the door was pulled open. Pryce came to the entrance, holding his signature cane and wearing his signature scowl, along with his blue coat and white scarf. As soon as he saw Lance, all he did was glare. Lance kept a stern, uncompromising expression on his face, determined to keep his composure. The air around them was as cold as ice.
"I take it you're aware why I'm here," Lance began, adopting a firm tone of voice that didn't allow for funny business.
Without a word, Pryce opened the door wider and backed away, allowing Lance to come inside. The red haired champion received a chilly reception. The walls were painted a dreary shade of grey, and there were barely any decorations. No photos, no frames, no accessories, nothing of the sort. The fireplace was completely empty, having never been used for years. The leather couch was a striking shade of mahogany, and some nests of dust rested on the armrests. Pryce sat down on a smaller chair, but didn't put his cane down. Even the kitchen, which was right next to the living room, was remarkably dull in that everything, from the dishes to the piles of cookbooks were very neatly organized, arranged in neat piles with nothing even remotely out of place.
Resting on the grey shag carpet were Pryce's Pokemon. One of them was a Dewgong, the other a Cloyster, and the final one being a little black weasel-like Pokemon with a long pink left ear, piercing eyes, a small yellow sigil on its forehead and chest, and sharp white claws. Protruding out from its ear were three pink feather-like shapes, resembling its long ear, forming three tails. All three Pokemon were huddled together, sleeping with content smiles on their faces. None of them even noticed Lance coming in, nor were they awoken by anything that seemed to happen around them.
"Don't waste your time with formalities," Pryce began, his voice adopting a bitter iciness to it. Even Lance could feel how frigid he was.
"Alright, then I won't," Lance answered back, crossing his arms. He didn't sit down anywhere, even on the leather couch. "Why did you command your Cloyster to attack that Gyarados?"
Pryce wasted no time answering. "That Gyarados was causing trouble for my city. Did you really think I'd just stand around doing nothing while it had the chance to wreck the town?" He replied matter-of-factly, not mincing his words one bit.
"You're right in that Gyarados was out of control. I won't deny that. But Team Rocket is responsible for its state of mind yesterday," Lance argued. "Not only that, a child was riding on Gyarados's back...and you commanded your Cloyster to attack the both of them!"
Now the three Pokemon opened their eyes, becoming rigid at the sight of the man in the cape. Pryce didn't avert his gaze one bit. His icy eyes fixated on the younger champion, his scowl unchanging.
"That girl was being naive and reckless. I only wanted to teach her a lesson about how her recklessness could hurt those around her," Pryce answered once more.
Lance's jaw fell open. He couldn't believe what he was hearing. Any attempt to control his anger became futile as the champion raised his voice at his elder. "You willingly put a child's life in danger! You could have killed her! You should know better than this!"
Pryce didn't say a word. He let Lance continue on his tirade.
"Do you really think almost killing a little kid would teach them a lesson about recklessness?!" Lance bellowed. Pryce's three Pokemon backed into the nearest corner, cowed by the red haired man's fury. They were sure they could see his hair burst into flames, especially since his hair did resemble a burning fire. "I heard you had changed since last year, but to pull something like this is not only very unlike you, but extremely unethical! You're lucky she only suffered minor injuries, but that's still assault!"
The old man didn't even protest. After a brief moment of silence, he said, "I won't deny that what I did was wrong, and you're right. It was unethical of me."
The champion's blood continued to simmer. The icy old man before him said it with such bitterness in his voice that it didn't sound like he was truly sorry or feeling any guilt. It definitely didn't sound genuine. But he knew he couldn't lose his temper. If there was one thing he didn't want to do, it was completely blow his top. If he let his anger catch fire now, it'd be cheap. Shallow. A childish tantrum. He had to be somewhat professional. He took a deep breath.
"I'm glad you're not making any excuses," Lance hissed, barely managing to keep his still simmering rage in check. His cheeks burned. "I hate to do this, but I have to report your actions to the Pokemon League Board of Directors, and...what happened to you last year doesn't absolve you of what you did."
He could see Pryce clenching his teeth. Of course, he struck a nerve. Like Lance, Pryce held down whatever anger was simmering in his heart. Lance hated to even attempt striking at Pryce's weak point. Even now, he wondered if it was necessary. However, for what it was work, he could see the scowl soften somewhat, morphing into genuine remorse.
"Do what you wish. I have no complaints," Pryce told him. Lance could hear that the old man's voice still had fishhooks of bitterness that snagged on his words. It had been there ever since last year, after what happened. Funny how the red haired man always seemed to notice it without really noticing it.
Without another word, Lance pushed his cape back and walked out the door, leaving the old man alone, swimming in the sea of bitterness. But even after he left, his anger gradually began to morph into pity. Pity for the old man sitting alone in that empty house. He was with his Pokemon, yes, but he seemed fairly persistent in his new belief in that Pokemon and humans were not meant to be friends. He could only wonder how his Pokemon were perceiving this change in the trainer whom they served for decades.
Spending a whole week and a half in a hospital wasn't an easy thing to do, especially for a child. Julia had tried to manage most of the time, and she managed to survive. She occupied herself with everything possible: her PokeGear's radio, the books on the cart, the books she had in her own backpack, talking to every one of her Pokemon including Geraldine who still resided in her PokeBall, and making the most of Perrine and Caiseal's visits. There was one visit in particular that happened to be the highlight of the whole week.
"Oh! Jule, you'll never believe this!" Perrine exclaimed.
"Two of our Pokemon evolved during our battles with Pryce!" Caiseal was just too impatient to not tell his friend about it.
Julia found herself starry-eyed. "Really? Who?"
Both Perrine and Caiseal released two Pokemon from their PokeBalls. One of them looked to be Apollo. No, it was Apollo, as he still had his choker on. This time, he seemed to be just two feet taller than Caiseal. His forelegs grew into fully developed arms, complete with functioning fingers. The orange spots were now just on his neck, and there were no spots on his rear.
"Chraaaah!" Apollo screeched.
The next one was a large, blue fish Pokemon with lighter blue pectoral fins, red eyes, and a yellow gourd shaped spot on its face. A Y-shaped antenna with two teardrop shaped yellow orbs at the ends protruded from its head. Its tail was mostly yellow, with a longer blue tip. It seemed to resemble Luminita.
"Laaaaan!" Luminita warbled.
"Wow! Both Apollo and Nita evolved?! That's great!" Julia cheered.
"Yep! Now they're Typhlosion and Lanturn!" Perrine exclaimed right as Julia yanked out her PokeDex.
"Typhlosion, the volcano Pokemon, and the evolved form of Quilava," Julia rolled her eyes. Apollo was not a volcano. He was a flaming badger or gopher. "Typhlosion obscures itself behind a shimmering heat haze that it creates using its intensely hot flames. This Pokémon creates blazing explosive blasts that burn everything to cinders. If its rage peaks, it becomes so hot that anything that touches it will instantly go up in flames. When heat from its body causes the air around it to shimmer, this is a sign that it is ready to battle. It rubs its blazing fur together to cause huge explosions."
She then held the PokeDex to examine Luminita. "Lanturn, the light Pokemon, and the evolved form of Chinchou. The light it emits is so bright that it can illuminate the sea's surface from a depth of over three miles, penetrating any seam of the water's surface. This Pokémon uses the bright part of its body, which changed from a dorsal fin, to lure prey. It blinds prey with an intense burst of light, then swallows the immobilized prey in a single gulp. Lanturn is nicknamed "the deep-sea star" for its illuminated antenna. This Pokémon produces light by causing a chemical reaction between bacteria and its bodily fluids inside the antenna. f you peer down into the dark sea from a ship at night, you can sometimes see this Pokémon's light rising from the depths where it swims. It gives the sea an appearance of a starlit night."
"Graaah!"
"Laaaan!" Both Apollo and Luminita couldn't help but continue rejoicing in their new evolutions, even after they had long since finished their battle.
But that was the only eventful thing that happened the whole week Julia was in the hospital. Most of the time, Julia was climbing the wall, dying from boredom. She had read all the books in the cart by the seventh day and her own books by the third. Most of the shows on the PokeGear's radio weren't very interesting, and since the TV had very few channels, and didn't list what channels were what numbers, it was hard to find anything good or interesting to watch. It didn't help that the farthest Julia could go on foot was the bathroom. She was advised not to move her arm and leg much so she wouldn't exacerbate her injuries or undo the stitches.
By the tenth day, Julia was already mad from boredom. "Uuuuuuugh! If I have to spend one more minute in here I think I'm going to explode!"
"Snubbull snubbull," ("You're already exploding.") Saoirse joked, and that sent the Pokemon rolling on the floor laughing. Even Julia couldn't help but laugh.
Thankfully, as good things come to those who wait, after another day, Julia got her stitches removed, and they came out clean. She was discharged the following afternoon, and that meant she was free to leave. Julia couldn't contain her bubbling joy, as she was already sick and tired of sitting around in that hospital. Fresh air! Gentle breezes! Blue skies! Flowers and soil! But before she left, she pulled out Geraldine's PokeBall.
"Hey, Geraldine?" Julia said. "I have seven Pokemon with me, you being said seventh Pokemon, and since I have more than six, it's likely you'll end up getting teleported to my house later on," She told her friend. "I just want you to know so if that happens, you don't think you got lost or abandoned or anything like that. But a lot of my Pokemon friends are there, and my parents will take good care of you! Is that okay?"
The PokeBall nodded. Julia smiled. "I'm so glad you understand!"
Geraldine let out a sigh. Anything was better than being back in that Team Rocket base. Once Julia came within the Pokemon Center's vicinity, Geraldine's PokeBall turned into white light before disappearing into thin air. But there was still a lot she wanted to do right now.
"Hey, Jule!" Caiseal cried, with Apollo standing right by his side. "You wanna have a practice battle with us?"
"Sure!" Julia shouted back before running over to join him. After being cooped up in both their PokeBalls and that hospital, she was sure her Pokemon would love a good practice battle to stretch their muscles and let off some steam. Truth be told, Julia was feeling the same way, bubbling with excitement as she and Caiseal raced toward the battlefield in the back.
Unlike Mahogany Town, which was sunny and clear, New Bark Town had an army of thick, dismal grey clouds blocking out the sun at every turn. There wasn't much rain, which was good as far as the citizens were concerned, but most of them still missed the sun shining her warm, beautiful light on the town, livening everything up.
On the other hand, for Kassia Parisa, the gloomy day matched her mood perfectly. Once again, she slumped onto the couch after being outside most of the day. Her feet throbbed from standing and walking all day, and to not have to stand on any kind of surface was Heaven. Piled higgledy-piggledy next to Kassia's feet were a pile of missing persons posters, all of them bearing Amara's picture. Another day of searching, another day of nothing. Kassia laid her head back on the couch, looking right up at the ceiling.
"Azumarill?"
"Fuuuurret?"
"Ledi?"
"Freeee?" Aqua, Neji, Ladybug, and Papillon all gathered around Kassia, eyeing each other with concern. "Eeeee freeeee!" Papillon fluttered her white butterfly wings, hoping to liven the tired woman's spirits some.
It seemed to work a little bit, as Kassia smiled. "Thanks, everyone," She stroke Neji and Ladybug's heads with both hands, using what little energy she had. "I needed that," She stood back up, as she figured a cup of coffee would take her mind off of things.
Before she could even grab a coffee carton out from the refrigerator, the PokeBall transporter in the dining room suddenly emitted a white light. Aqua, Papillon, Ladybug, and Neji all gathered around, their eyes glimmering with excitement. Kassia stopped what she was doing and ran into the dining room. Soon, the light dissipated, and a lone PokeBall stood in the middle of the transporter. There was a fish shaped sticker on the top, with the name Geraldine scribbled on it in black pen ink.
"Ohh!" Kassia picked up the PokeBall and held it in her arms. It was oddly warm, like someone had held onto it with their bare hands for weeks. "This must be the new Pokemon Julia was telling me about!" She mused.
A new Pokemon. To the group of Pokemon that surrounded Kassia right now, this could only mean one thing: a new friend. Aqua, Ladybug, Papillon, and Neji all trotted out into the meadow, with Kassia slowly following from behind. Whenever the Parisa parents received a new Pokemon, they always released it outside just in case someone caught a big Pokemon. Since Julia didn't tell her mother exactly what kind of Pokemon she caught, claiming it was a secret, Kassia figured this would be the chance to see just what her daughter caught. She secretly hoped it wasn't anything large, dangerous, or a Pokemon she wouldn't be able to handle.
With expectation in her heart, she released whatever Pokemon was in the PokeBall. Kassia wondered if maybe Julia caught a nice little Sandshrew. Or maybe a hardy Corsola? What if she caught a Girafarig or a Hoothoot? Unfortunately for Kassia, those were small Pokemon, and as the light began to materialize into a Pokemon, she was going to wish she had seen a small Pokemon. As its inhabitant emerged, Kassia looked up to meet her eyes.
And up...and up…
Standing before her was a weary looking Gyarados, and a red one, at that. The Gyarados opened its huge maw to let out a tired yawn. Everyone in the ranch, the Pokemon included, found themselves gazing up at the red serpent with wide eyes, and none of them could prevent the ungraceful dropping of their jaws. It was almost half a minute before Kassia was able to reorient herself. Soon, the red Gyarados-Geraldine as the sticker on the PokeBall said-looked down at the surprised woman with a look of curiosity, tilting her head to one side.
Then the red serpent smiled, letting out a low growl. If Julia were here, she'd have translated it as, "Hello! Nice to meet you!"
However, for Kassia it was NOT nice to meet this Gyarados. Her utter shock and confusion gradually morphed into a desire to scream. All of the other Pokemon could sense it. Neji simply tapped Kassia's arm with one of his fluffy hands.
"Furret furret?" ("Are you okay?") Neji asked worriedly.
"Ledian lediaaaaan," ("I think she's gonna explode!") Ladybug yelped before fluttering away to find cover.
She was right. The scream they would hear would echo all throughout the meadow. Even the neighbors would hear it, not that Kassia cared at this point. Finally, she screamed to the heavens, "JULIA CAROL PARISAAAAAAAAAA!"
Chapter 33 is done!
First off, I want to thank every reviewer who has supported me and this stupid little story all this time. You guys are great. It's because of you that I'm able to keep writing in spite of real life and hardships, and your support and patience means so much to me. I can't even begin to thank you all for your love, patience, and support. Know that I will never give up on this story, nor do I have any intention to, for this and others I'm writing or plan to write.
Unfortunately, from today onward, I have decided to moderate incoming guest reviews from now on, namely because certain anonymous people have been flooding my stories with reviews which mainly consist of flames, threats, name calling, petty bullying, wanton cursing, etc. I refuse to let them get the best of me, nor will I let them get me down and stop me from writing, because, as you good people have proven, what I write makes you happy. I refuse to stop writing just because some people don't have anything better to do than send flames, threats, and petty name calling my way.
To the anonymous reviewers who continue to send flames my way, and I know there's more than one of you out there, know this: I won't tell you to stop, because I know that even if I do, you won't listen and will continue doing what you're doing. But it doesn't make you strong, awesome, cool, brave, or anything like that. It makes you petty, immature, childish, and a coward, especially since you refuse to actually make public accounts so I can respond to them. Even though you're the reason I'm moderating guest reviews now, know that I'm not disabling anonymous reviews entirely, as there are still people out there who leave reviews and who love my story, and I love them just as much.
You haven't won, and I won't let you. But please, do something productive with your lives rather than harass me with your flames. I haven't even done anything to you, so why? Actually, better yet, just leave. You're not casting yourselves in a good light by continuing leaving all of those flames and threats on my stories, and I know you're only doing it just to attack me and make yourselves feel good. I don't have time or patience to waste on you anyway, nor should you with me. I'm not writing my stories for people like you anyway. I write for myself, my fans, my critics, and fellow Pokemon fans everywhere.
Random fact: Pryce's last name here is Snow. No explanation there. I thought about giving him the last name Nieves, which also means snow, but Pryce Snow had a better ring to it so I went with that.
Julia's Party:
Hikaru (Shiny Pikachu, Female, Jolly Nature)
Ability: Static
Attacks: Thunderbolt, Disarming Voice, Sweet Kiss, Volt Tackle
Lucretia (Eevee, Female, Bashful Nature)
Ability: Anticipation
Attacks: Quick Attack, Helping Hand, Bite, and Shadow Ball
Tokiko (Togetic, Female, Hardy Nature)
Ability: Serene Grace
Attacks: Extrasensory, Headbutt, Dazzling Gleam, Magical Leaf
Saoirse (Snubbull, Female, Gentle Nature)
Ability: Intimidate
Attacks: Ice Fang, Bite, Fire Fang, and Scary Face
Rina (Nidorina, Female, Bold Nature)
Ability: Poison Point
Attacks: Double Kick, Poison Sting, Scratch, and Bite
Rino (Nidorino, Male, Modest Nature)
Ability: Poison Point
Attacks: Double Kick, Poison Jab, Peck, and Horn Attack
Geraldine (Shiny Gyarados, Female, Careful Nature)
Ability: Intimidate
Attacks: Bite, Ice Fang, Aqua Tail, Dragon Rage
Perrine's Party:
Kitsune (Ninetales, Female, Quiet Nature)
Ability: Flash Fire
Attacks: Heat Wave, Extrasensory, Confuse Ray, and Faint Attack
Florian (Meganium, Male, Gentle Nature)
Ability: Overgrow
Attacks: Petal Blizzard, Vine Whip, Body Slam, and Grassy Terrain
Baloo (Jigglypuff, Female, Docile Nature)
Ability: Cute Charm
Attacks: Sing, Wake-Up Slap, Disarming Voice, and Body Slam
Mushi (Paras, Male, Quirky Nature)
Ability: Effect Spore
Attacks: X-Scissor, Stun Spore, Growth, and Giga Drain
Luminita (Lanturn, Female, Naive Nature)
Ability: Water Absorb
Attacks: Supersonic, Discharge, BubbleBeam, and Electro Ball
Marius (Girafarig, Male, Mild Nature)
Ability: Sap Sipper
Attacks: Stomp, Odor Sleuth, Psychic, and Crunch
Caiseal's Party:
Mallow (Marowak, Male, Lax Nature)
Ability: Lightning Rod
Attacks: Bonemerang, Bone Rush, Headbutt, and Rock Smash
Apollo (Typhlosion, Male, Bold Nature)
Ability: Blaze
Attacks: Flamethrower, Flame Charge, Rollout, and Smokescreen
Viole (Gloom, Male, Quirky Nature)
Ability: Chlorophyll
Attacks: Acid, Sludge Bomb, Sleep Powder, and Sweet Scent
Stacey (Pinsir, Female, Serious Nature)
Ability: Hyper Cutter
Attacks: X-Scissor, Swords Dance, Seismic Toss, and Double Hit
Heracles (Heracross, Male, Relaxed Nature)
Ability: Moxie
Attacks: Brick Break, Megahorn, Aerial Ace, and Endure
Geo (Golem, Male, Brave Nature)
Ability: Sturdy
Attacks: Steamroller, Rock Slide, Heavy Slam, and Magnitude