Author's Notes: Wow! Lots of lovely reviews for Volt Switch! Every review you give makes Skyla SUPER-HAPPY-FACE :D So, for Skyla's sake, keep it up :D
Well, most people chose D for the first choice, obviously. I salute their awesomeness in choosing that. But of course, we have to use common sense. So, despite D's domination, A will be our choice. Because, well, you know, more helpful. But hey, don't worry. D will still have his way XD
And the second choice is mainly B. Though some contemplated C (Me as well), B won this time, so B it is! :D
Let's see how we do:
Choice A) Wear your regular Gym Attire. Choice B) Challenge the turd to a Pokemon Battle!
Elesa smirked and stated: "Simple, Greg; arrange a Pokemon Battle at, um, seven o'clock tomorrow, outside the Gym! I'll show the little turd exactly what's what. You got that?"
The man smiled and nodded, before replying cheerfully: "Of course, Ma'am. I shall make an arrangement for you. Any particular requests for this battle?"
"Standard three-on-three." Elesa stated coolly, leaning back in her chair, the soft back of the furniture being pushed back under her weight into a little cushion of sorts. "Winner take all. You know the Excadrill."
At that last word, Greg rolled his eyes and sighed: "Ma'am, that pun is old. I beg you not to do it anymore."
The Shining Beauty merely grinned, as her advisor went on: "Regardless, your request is noted. I shall make contact and arrangements at once. And the best of luck to you, Ma'am."
"Thank you so much, Greg." Elesa said, feeling much better then before now that the chance to AGAIN thrash the turd had presented itself. "I can always count on you."
"Of course, Ma'am. See you later."
"Bye."
With her words said and done, and Greg taking care of the important stuff (That's what he was paid to do), Elesa promptly switched off her computer, the machine powering down with a dull whine, before spinning around in her chair with a giggle, then moving off it to the main room (Which happened to be a combination of living room, kitchen and bedroom. Convenient)
Glancing around, the supermodel grinned as she noted the six Pokeballs lying in a neat hexagon upon the metallic table at the foot of her bed. Three of them were the standard red-and-white model, along with the striped black of two Ultra Balls and the light-blue and netted pattern of a Net Ball. These, viewers, were her team of Electric powerhouses.
"Ah, to trash an idiot." The blonde purred, slinking over over to the little table, her own voice ringing around the empty room. She'd always had a little habit of talking to herself. One can assume she enjoyed the guaranteed promise of intelligent conversation. "Now, which of my little shockers should I use?"
Elesa kneeled down by the table, slinging an arm horizontally under her neck and resting it on the table, which she then rested her head upon, her chin pressing against the bare flesh of her arm, her bright blue eyes observing every spherical inch of the six balls, the other arm moving up to trail a hand's finger against the smooth rim of the nearest Ultra Ball, which contained an Electric-type known to Unova as Eelektross, an eel-like creature of incredible versatility and possessor of the Levitate ability, which rendered it immune to its sole weakness of Ground-types.
Well, James the bitch was bound to bring a Ground-type against an Electric-type Gym Leader; everyone did. But if she used Eelektross, as well as one of her two Emolgas, that would not be a problem. The third choice...
Well, she had her Zebstrika, an fast and powerful creature, or her Galvantula, a dual Bug-type whom relied on speed and deception, or her secret weapon. Which one would be the best choice?...
Ah, might as well go with her Zebstrika. He was her strongest Pokemon, a beast of incredible speed and surprising power. So, with her team chosen for the battle tomorrow, she was pretty set. Of course, she still had her outfit to think of...
"Well, it's a Gym Leader get-together..." Elesa mused to herself, as she stood up, holding the Ultra Ball that contained her secret weapon and observing it intently. "So, I may as well wear my Gym Leader outfit. Yeah, that works... but what if I need something more?"
With that, the woman spun round, the cords of her headphones whipping against her lithe frame at the sudden motion, and stalked over to her wardrobe, Ultra Ball clenched firmly in her hand, the smooth material unrelenting to the touch, and with her other hand, whipped a door open with ease.
This time, there was no random Yamask to chase off, so the blonde was free to look further into the depths of the massive piece of apartment. And lo and behold, there was something in the back of the wardrobe, something quite interesting indeed. Elesa couldn't help but giggle at the sight of this most intriguing piece of clothing-
A French Maid outfit, one bought for her birthday, courtesy of the ever-so gracious Lenora. Of course, Elesa had had yet no reason to really wear it (Other then around the house for cleaning) but perhaps the infamous lingerie item could be what she needed. With a smirk at what her imagination reckoned of Skyla's facial expression of seeing the gorgeous Shining Beauty in such an outfit, the blonde swiftly plucked out the dress from the wardrobe, hangar and all, taking a second to admire the sleek black material and the frilly white lacing, before slinging it over the kitchen desktop for tomorrow. Oh, Skyla was in for a treat
With the kinky outfit ready for tomorrow (as aforementioned, Elesa figured with a grin), Elesa figured she may as well feed her secret weapon, and tossed the Ultra Ball into the air. On cue, the sphere split open, and unleashed its denizen into the room; a massive Hydreigon.
Everyone in Unova knew what a Hydreigon was; a large three-headed Dark-Dragon type, renowned for sheer power, intense malice and a brutal nature befitting its savage appearance. No-one but the girl herself knew that Elesa owned one of the savage monsters; They were hard to train, and harder to feed. But if loyalty was earned, a Hydreigon was an obedient and loyal creature of sharp wit and impressive intelligence. Now, the reason that Elesa owned such a Brutal Pokemon was simple; nothing scared off the paparazzi quite like a rogue Dark-Dragon hydra thing spouting out Flamethrowers, Dragon Pulses and Charge Beams. At the same time.
So, the Hydreigon let out a low rumble, free from its confines, before turning all three heads to glare at Elesa, whom merely smiled and strolled past it to the kitchen section, heading towards a small cupboard and stating cheerfully to her only non-Electric-type: "Aw, I know you've been bored, what with the lack of idiots to chase off, but rest assured, I may have a case for you yet."
The Dragon perked up at that and the left arm-head let out a grizzly chuckle, before slinking forward (Well, as much as a Levitating Pokemon could slink) as Elesa whipped out three gleaming metal bowls with practised ease, along with a large sack which, upon being opened, revealed its contents to be a few hefty slabs of meat, imported from the Kanto region. Precise as ever, Elesa dumped two pieces of flesh within each bowl, curled up the bag to preserve the remaining pieces and stuffed it in the fridge, before stating: "Dig in."
The Dark-type rumbled cheerfully, the main head leaning forward to reward its owner with an affectionate lick, the tongue surprisingly smooth and certainly wet, before moving down to, well, brutally devour its food.
Elesa smirked softly, before idly turning her head to the large clock hanging opposite her upon the wall. The time was 6:07pm. Well, since there wasn't much else to do before the battle and the party tomorrow, the blonde figured that she may as well play her Wii or something. After all, time flies when you're having fun.
And my, how it did. Elesa spared no less then four whole hours on her addictive game, Pacman: The Return of the Ghosts/Gold Edition, breaking up her time with bathroom breaks and a quick dinner consisting of a healthy salad, a buttered sandwich and a big bar of chocolate, as well brushing the black shaggy fur of her Dragon-type, and playing tag with her twin Emolgas for extra Rest 'n' Relaxation. Lovely. And alas, it was time for bed.
Slip into pyjamas, brush your teeth, brush your hair, oh yeah, don't you look sexy?
And with that, Elesa slipped into bed, a smug grin on her face as she snuggled down into the warm covers. Tomorrow was shaping up to be awesome. And soon, Skyla would be hers...
(Morning, the next day)
Elesa awoke with a jolt as her alarm clock, a handsome little device modelled after a Klinklang (A particularly favourite Pokemon of the blonde) shrieked and hollered, the piercing sounds ripping apart the barriers of sleep, tearing down the foundation of peace, destroying the wishes of those who wanted to stay in bed! OH, the HORROR!
Oh well, time to get up.
With a disgruntled smack of the device to make it shut up, hitting the shut-off button on the top of it, Elesa swung herself out of bed, lithe form arching with a yawn, before she sat on the side of her comfort zone for a minute, blinking her eyes blearily to take in the somewhat lighted room, shaking off the final inklings of sleep, as tempting as they were, before hauling herself upright and slouching for the bathroom to get some hygiene going on, of course.
Brush your teeth, wash your face, brush your eyes, quick burst of deodorant, a touch of perfume, comb your hair, adjust the ever-present headphones, whip on clothing, grab the Pokeballs for upcoming battle, stuff outfit in random purse-bag-thing, looking good, right?
RIGHT!
Confident, proud and personifying many men's happy dreams, Elesa promptly checked her answering machine for any messages, and it turned out she had two; one from her best friend/crush, Skyla, putting a smile on Elesa's face, which said: Looking forward 2 party! I'll pick you up soon, buddy! C ya' then! :D
And the second one was from Greg, more formal and informative: Contact made. Battle outside Gym. Other appointments moved to later dates. Best of luck, ma'am.
The blonde grinned slightly, before speeding off to the door, wrenching it open and darting out of her place of her residence into the big wide world.
So, as she sped up her land speed to get to the Gym faster (It was 6:57, after all), she idly wondered if this battle would be a tough one? Would her long-defeated foe whip out some unexpected strategy of awesome? Would it be a real challenge? Would it be something interesting, good for the historical records?
As she neared the Gym and slowed her walk to a confident, lady-like strut, and noted the form of the damnable teenager hanging out of the building, greyish eyes flickering up to see her approach under black hair and a stalker-like-yet-cheerful grin, she promptly realised how this battle would go:
BADLY. FOR HIM.
He opened his mouth, to say something or other, but she cut him off with: "Alright, kid, let's get this over with. You win, you get Gym Badge, I win, you don't."
"If you say so, hot stuff." The guy chuckled, and with that, he whipped out a Premier ball, and from within the logic-defying sphere came an Golurk, a powerful golem-like Ghost-Ground type.
Elesa whipped out her Emolga in response, and the two Pokemon squared off, one flying squirrel against a massive robot-like thing.
"Alright, here we go." Elesa purred sensually, causing the guy, James, to writhe slightly. "Emolga, move in with Aerial Ace, follow up with Toxic, then use Pursuit."
At a stunning speed, before James could respond (Since he'd been distracted by the supermodel's SEXY VOICE), Emolga lunged forward and smacked Golurk across the face with a glowing wing, before gathering purple energy and unleashing a poisonous Toxic, which promptly, as it says on the can, poisoned the Ghost-type, and then, adding insult to injury, Emolgas tail glowed brightly, before spinning around and smacking Golurk across the face.
So, poisoned and already taken two hits within three seconds? Golurk decided it hated its trainer for stupid male minds.
As Emolga glided back to a safe distance, James regained his wits and cried: "Shadow Punch!"
Golurk responded quickly, enveloping its fist in spectral energy, and lunging forward, but Elesa responded just as fast: "Dodge and counter with Aerial Ace, then Pursuit."
Wings glowing whites, Emolga suddenly whizzed out of the way with amazing speed, causing Golurk to miss, which caused Elesa to smirk widely, before moving back in and striking hard with both the Flying move and the aftermath Pursuit.
Golurk flinched with the blows, before groaning in pain as the poison sapped at its strength.
"NO!" James whined, like the bitch she's portrayed him as, Elesa noted, before shrieking: "Retaliate with Stone Edge!"
Golurk did just that, summoning a horde of glowing, nastily-sharp rocks around it, but before it could attack-
-Poison finished it off, and thanks to Toxic and superior speed, Emolga won the fight, as Golurk toppled over and fainted.
Elesa grinned smugly as her perverted foe cried out in protest to the massive curb-stomp Emolga had delivered to the massive golem, before the boy, grumbling now, withdrew his Ghost-type, and brought out a Sawsbuck, the deer-like Pokemon brandishing leafy antlers as it whinnied in readiness for combat, and promptly commanded it to use: "Leech Seed, now!"
Sawsbuck did just that, shaking its head to fire off a load of little seeds at Emolga, whom, surprisingly enough, did not dodge, and took the hit head-on, the seeds bursting into vines which wrapped around the little Flying-type. But Elesa was screwing around with her foe, as his triumphant vanished upon her yell of "Volt Change!"
Gathering up electrical power, her Pokemon fired a sphere of lightning at the Grass-type, whom was too slow to dodge, taking the hit right on it's flank with a cry of pain. Sparking with power, Emolga then returned to it's Pokeball, and Elesa promptly whipped out a Net Ball, which released her Galvantula, the Bug-type crying out with an eagerness for the thrill of battle.
The two Pokemon squared off, as James narrowed his eyes, before snarling: "Giga Impact, go!"
Sawsbuck reared up and let out a roar (Well, as much a deer could roar, at least) and charged, flaring with epic energy.
Elesa did not even bother to contain her bored yawn, opening her mouth and taking in oxygen while a hand whipped over said mouth, then sighing: "Dodge, Bug Buzz."
Galvantula dodged the charging mammal with ease, before vibrating as energy formed around it, and it fired a horrible insectoid pitch at the Normal-type, whom took the hit like a champ, right?
WRONG!
Sawsbuck toppled over, no questions asked, defeated so brutally and quickly.
As James cried out in understandable frustration (You'd be pissed too, if the sexy blonde chick kicked your ass without effort), Elesa grinned smugly and checked her watch. Oh, 6:59. Hopefully, she could win this fight in the next minute! That would be a record!
Pissed now, James released a Klinklang, a massive gear-like Steel-type, which let out a sharp electrical whine upon meeting the Galvantula.
"Alright, Klinklang, it's up to you!" James snarled. "Use Flash Cannon!"
"Counter with Volt Change." The blonde Gym Leader stated coolly, flicking a strand of yellow keratin in distaste at her foe's choice of move. Honestly, a Steel-move against an Electric-type? Idiocy.
Klinklangs gear-like structure span faster and faster, producing intense glowing power, before firing a might Flash Cannon. Galvantula vibrated rapidly, producing intense electrical power, before firing a mighty Volt Change. The two attacks headed right for each other, , but surprisingly, the Electric-type attack smashed right through the Flash Cannon, since Klinklang had pitiful Special Attack compared to a Galvantula, and hit the Klinklang dead-on.
As such, Galvantula retreated, and Elesa released her final Pokemon; her Ground-defying Eelektross, the eel-like Pokemon letting out a low growl as it flexed its arms and a serpentine tail.
James was rolling on the floor, gritting his teeth in horrible rage, before hissing: "Toxic!"
"Dodge, Flamethrower." The supermodel sighed, smugly twirling her head-phones as her Eelektross obeyed and promptly lunged forward, jumped over the poisonous attack flung at it, and unleashing a cascade of flames from its mouth, which, well, obviously, hit the Steel-type with ease.
Burn, baby, burn...
When the Electric-type finally relented its fiery assault, Klinklang was glowing red-hot, and let out a feeble warble, before falling to the floor, defeated.
"NOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOOO!" James cried, as his last Pokemon got owned. "How can this be? I've trained for weeks and weeks to battle you, win, and earn you heart! Why do I lose?"
"I'll tell you why-" Elesa stated coolly, stalking over to the defeated boy and standing tall over him, blue eyes flashing like sapphires of malice. "-Because you are an overconfident, cocky, self-obsessed little twerp who has NOTHING better to do then to try and flirt with me, phone me, hang out with me and all other kinds of stalker stuff. You think you're so good, clad in 'cool' clothes, with your dark hair and sunglasses, even though you're not wearing them now, and that cool-stoic-polite attitude of yours, all sophisticated and such, but guess what, kid? YOU'RE NOT. You send out tough Pokemon, expect them to win, BAM, they don't. Because you're too slow, too perverted, too foolishly obsessed with every damn female chest you see to CONCENTRATE on the battle! You have no sense in strategy; honestly, sending in a freaking Grass-type against my Flying-type? Oh, and using Flash Cannon against my Electric-type, way to go, pal. And to top it off, you're a sore loser, a whiner, a little spawn of Giratina's ass-crack and you would make an Audino cry in sadness of how much you're a little stalker prick! Also, you suck."
Elesa paused for a second, before cheerfully adding: "Now, if you excuse me, I have a hot red-head to meet. See you in the Distortion Realm!"
With that, leaving the boy to cry in humiliation (Can you say: OWNAGE?), Elesa meandered off, idly wondering if she had been too harsh on the lad. It was unbefitting of someone of her standard to talk down to someone so cruelly and brutally like that. Heck, it had been just plain cruel...
But then again, it was somewhat nice to get that rant off her chest, especially to deal with that damnable pervert. Always a positive.
With an added skip in her step, her battle won so damn easily, Elesa went back home, to eagerly wait for Skyla, all the while making sure the special surprise in her bag was zipped up nice and safe within the leathery confines.
Thankfully, an hour later, after a long and eager wait, said girl finally arrived on the back of a massive Braviary, the huge bird landing with ease in front of the large apartment that Elesa lived within, and from his back, the crown jewel of sexy awesome, a woman blessed by Arceus itself, a girl so beautiful, she would make a Milotic cry.
Skyla.
Elesa felt as though her heart, already pumping prideful from her epic curb-stomping of that damn pervert, went into overdrive at the sight of this sexy lady skipping towards the blonde, a beautiful smile on her sweet face, blue eyes shining wonderfully, red hear gleaming crimson in the sunlight, curvy body streaming like water, blue clothes hugging her feminine frame oh so lovely-like. Oh boy, Skyla was hotter then an Inferno on a Sunny Day.
"Elesa! It's so great to see you!" Skyla squealed, flinging herself into her friend's arms, tightening her own appendages around Elesa's back, digging her head into the crook of the supermodel's shoulder, giggling with happiness. Elesa returned the embrace swiftly, smiling softly as she took in the surprisingly sweet scent of Skyla's hair, gently stroking a hand down the contours of the other girl's spine gracefully. Ah, it was so nice to see her most trusted and wonderful friend/crush again. It had been a while, certainly.
The two split up, and Skyla grinned widely at the blonde, whom maintained her typical cool smirk in response, before stating: "Gee, it's been ages, Elesa! How have you been?"
"Very good, Skyla." The blonde replied coolly, placing her hands on her hips, with an air of subtle smug triumph. "I've just had a Gym Battle, actually, an hour ago. Won it, no problem."
"Sophisticated as ever." The red-head giggled, hopping from one foot to the next, as her Braviary let out a low caw, the prideful Flying-type stalking over to stand next to his trainer, appraising the Electric Gym Leader with a sharp eye. "So, you ready to go? Have some fun and party?"
"But of course." Elesa giggled slightly, breaking the stoic facade for a second, before she quickly composed herself, slung her thin bag across her back, and added: "Shall we depart upon your noble steed?"
The Braviary flared out his chest proudly, clearly endeared by the compliment, as Skyla giggled and made a sweeping bow to her fellow female and stated: "Ladies first!"
With this in mind, Elesa skipped over to the large Flying-type and hopped onto the feathery back, promptly followed by Skyla, whom slid her arms around Elesa's slim waist as the blonde tightened her grip on the neck of Valour Pokemon, whom let out a low caw, which was answered by Skyla squealing: "Off to Striaton City!"
And with a sweep of mighty wings, two girls and one bird were off into the air with a rush of wind, an excited laugh escaping Skyla as Elesa quickly clung even tighter to the avian.
Flying was amazing, actually, once Elesa threw off the fear of falling off. The wind streaking past you, blowing the long cords through the air, sweeping through hair, pressing against skin. There was an air of cold to it, but the heat of the cheerful sun staved it off, and Elesa, Skyla hugging her back while happily nattering on, felt like she was soaring through the heavens themselves, with the beautiful red-head behind her, like some amazing fairy-tale. Nothing could truly describe how amazing it felt to be so high up, the land a mere pinprick, the clouds so near-
And now, in a rush of muscled flight-worthy appendages, Braviary dove downwards, aiming for the city below them, which could only be Striaton. The supermodel yelped in fright at the sudden steepness of her ride, earning an amused giggle from Skyla, drowned by the rushing wind as the Normal-Flying-type spread his wings to slow their fall as they got nearer to the ground, clearly showing off his mastery of the sky. Finally, he hauled his body upwards, and talons caught the ground with ease, two passers-by pausing to observe the Flying-type fold in his wings as the two Gym Leaders, one shocked yet thrilled, the other giggling, slid off the feathery back.
"Good flight, boy." Skyla stated cheerfully, free of her giggling and pulling out an Ultra Ball. "Return!"
The avian accepted the beam of energy and vanished, as Elesa let out a lazy grin and stuttered: "Wow. Even better then a roller-coaster..."
"I know, right?" The red-head giggled, before rearing to her full height and sniffing. At the gesture, the blonde caught a scent as well: Sweet cooking food, an intoxicating scent that hung on the gentle air of the quant town. And it was emanating the restaurant nearby, a restaurant marked by the Unova Gym Signature.
Grinning slightly, Elesa slung one arm back to make sure her bag was still on her back after that dive (It was, luckily), while the other arm found its way into Skyla's hand as she dragged her friend into the establishment, grinning all the while.
The inside of the place was full of the delicious smells of cooking and other sweet stuff, while a long row of tables bordered the back of the expansive room, which had appropriately decorated with banners and balloons, all for the purpose of this wonderful get-together. Smaller tables were dotted by the sides, each one bearing a massive load of snacks and drinks, like a child's ultimate birthday party setting, and the room had the most wonderful atmosphere around it, as a cheerful beat played through a small radio near the entrance.
Already, the Triplets were waiting, red, blue, and green, Chilli, Cress and Cilan, and the trio, stood within the centre of the room, bowed as one, with a chuckling Lenora sat nearby, the tall woman seemingly as large and as powerful as a titanic tree, while the relaxed Burgh grinned at the arriving duo, leaning on another table and flicking at a strand of brown hair.
"A pleasure to see you two again." Cilan said coolly, moving forward, smooth as water, and gently took a female hand in each of his own, planting a delicate kiss upon Skyla's gloved appendage, and another upon Elesa's hand, earning a small chuckle from both girls. Straightening up, Cilan gestured to the area. "Feel free to settle down while we await the rest of the crew."
"Yep." Cress agreed, grinning slightly. "Help yourselves, but not too much!"
A contradicting statement, Elesa noted, but she didn't mind, as she was dying for some food, having spent that whole hour waiting for Skyla to pick her up. Moving swiftly, the blonde reached the table near Lenora, whom offered a polite "Hello." and a grin, both of which the supermodel graciously returned as her hands snagged several tempting donuts, which promptly shifted them to their doom in the form of her mouth. The Normal-Type Gym Leader chuckled as Elesa eagerly scoffed down the treats, content to sip lemonade from a small glass.
So, here we are. The party. Elesa grinned to herself, wiping stray crumbs off her lips as she devoured her food; this was it. The time to finally lay the charm upon Skyla, the High-Flying Girl, to earn her heart and love, have those gorgeous eyes stare at her, Elesa, with such devotion and care, like they were made for each other by Arceus itself. Oh, sweet wonderful Skyla, falling into her arms, the two star-struck wonders clinging to each other as their soft lips descended upon-
Wait...
WHAT THE FUCK?
Skyla was by a table on the opposite side of the room, clutching her own glass of lemonade, leaning against the table, a curious look in her eyes as she giggled slightly. And guess what? Chilli was right there next to her, and judging by that mischievous look in his eyes, and that lop-sided grin, he was flirting with HER Skyla.
Elesa felt every ounce of air in her lungs flare out of her mouth in a territorial hiss as her eyes narrowed to lethal slits, crushing a donut into mere fragments as a massive bout of rage snarled from within, demanding her to take out this threat to her Skyla-
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Choice A) Use strategy; merely lure Skyla away from the threat.
Choice B) Use brutality; kill Chilli, so he may never flirt with YOUR Skyla again.
Choice C) Use patience; wait for Skyla to ultimately reject him, then make your own move.
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Author's Notes: Hooray, I'm back XD
So, with a French Maid outfit and a plan, Elesa arrives at the party with her crush. But what is this? Competition? OMG HAX!
So, what will Elesa do? You decide!
Writing out the supermodel utterly CURB-STOMPING that douche-bag, James, then giving him a BRUTAL 'YOU SUCK' speech, was easily the most fun I've had all day XD