DAY 2.2
DAMN THEM HOLO-PLAYERS!
Upon reaching school in the early evening, Emma had a vague plan set out… a pretty lame plan at that. upon the successful lying about the non-doing of her homework, she resumed the non-learning in class, fidgety and restless. The Substitute, shot a worrying look at her, which she ignored, and continued blacking out her pad with the old biro's fading ink.
At long last, the class was dismissed, Emma having successfully wurmpled her way out of any and all questions directed at her, she hung back, pretending to be looking through her bag… which was a load of bull - she didnt have a bag. When everyone, including the Substitute had left, she beedrill-lined her way to the storage cupboard. One of the fantastic things she learned about being the daughter of a teacher - she knew the combination to the cupboard's lock.
The lock clicked open, and the door swung open silently. Glancing around shiftily, Emma reached into the space, and withdrew a long, flattish object, black, fading to green in some spots, with a pokeball-like logo on it, taking up most of the top half of it. A Holo-Player.
Sliding it between the books she was holding, she closed and locked the Cupboard door, and slipped out of the room, and out of the school - Stealthily as a hunting Persian.
Step one was complete.
Oddly enough, she encountered no-one as she made her way to her secret base, which didn't strike her as odd at the time.
Reaching her base, she curled up in a croner of it, and withdrew the pilfered item, dappeld sunlight of the tree she was in breaking through the leaves at random places, with the ebb and tide of the slight breeze. Emma looked over it, creamy hair/fur glimmering white-gold at the touch of sunbeams, for any mark or trace of how to use the thing.
She tried shaking it, rubbing it over with her lightly furred paw, poking it in random places, and even contemplated sitting on it. After many hours, and one frustrated, murderous, not-quite-pokemorph later, Emma gave up, carefully flinging the item away, grumbling under her breath about the unfairness of it all, and how it wouldnt open even if commanded to by Nidoyenabatooler itself.
Still bitching to herself, she stood, and went to the entrance tunnel to her base, and clambered out of it. Once again, no-one was to be seen, and Emma had the haunting feeling that she was being watched. "Zardtodileon?" She called out, feeling slightly stupid calling to a pokemon that could not possibly existed, and if it had, it should have been long extinct. "Zardtodileon? Anyone?" She repeated, the Noon sun beating down on her.
'Need to get out of this sun…' she thought to herself, wandering around the hauntingly deserted village. Only the distant lowing of cattle on the other side of town, near her base, could be heard. No Growlithe playing roughly in the dirt road… No Blaziken at the glassworks… no Glassmaker either… the place was deserted.
Seeing the outstretched winged figure of Nidoyenabatooler shimmering slightly in the Noon heat, Emma beelined for it, muttering "It's wings will do for shade…"