After Being Blue
Poke-ball 14: Miasma
If Celadon City was muted in fear, the Gym was choking on its source.
He knocked and pushed open the doors. A Raticate snapped at his heels and he kicked at it.
That certainly hadn't been in the greeting, last time. And no wonder. Once he'd managed to loosen a ball and toss it (Exeggutor: appropriate in a grass-type gym) and his Pokemon was distracting the other, he saw the black uniforms between the shrubs.
Team Rocket again. Of course it was them. And they were sending out more Pokemon when Raticate was blasted by a single Egg Bomb. Golbat and Crobat that were easily taken down by Psychic (and really, had they forgotten Exeggutor was part psychic?) and more Raticate that Exeggutor just blew away with a Leaf Storm.
And he mangled the shrubs, but it would get Erika up and about, fixing the mess.
He moved slowly through. The shrubs were too thick even with the chaos of Air Slash, Wing Attack and Leaf Storm cutting them down. And the gym was crawling with Rocket grunts. Pathetically weak, the lot of them, but numerous anyway. And painfully respective, though he saw a Vileplume or few, and a Houndoom as well. Exeggutor far supposed it in level though.
Though they still tried to stop him from getting further into the gym. Now why was that?
He pushed through them and marched ahead anyway. Last time, Erika had been asleep at the back of the gym. There'd been two assistants with her too. Now… he could see the 'R' on black rocket shirts, but behind them was definitely not a kimono.
Instead, whoever was sitting there looked to be wearing blue jeans as well.
'Move,' Blue snapped at the two Rockets still in his way.
They threw their Poke-balls. A Houndoom and a Machoke.
'Psychic! Egg bomb!'
'Reflect!'
Now who the hell was using Reflect? Neither of those two could.
It took a moment later for the voice to click. 'What in Arceus' name are you doing here, Red?' he exploded.