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Last time I'm going to say this… then again, maybe not, but OC's are very much welcomed here. Blaire loves OC's and so do I. So submit if you'd like. And now I will say who gets the first dedication of this series. The award for the first review for Like Lightning goes to White Rose Phantom!!! This chappie's dedicated to you!!!
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It was the morning of the Pokemon Cosplayers Convention, and Blaire wanted to be there early.
"Let's go then," Drew finally said after all her whining.
"With your hair like THAT?" she asked incredulously.
"What's wrong with it?" he asked.
Blaire grabbed a bottle of hair gel from her magical backpack and grinned at him.
"What are you doing?" he asked, backing away.
Tackling to the ground, she gave him a mischievous look, "You'll see."
"NOOOOO!"
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"Mary had a little lamb! Little lamb! Little lamb!!!" Blaire sang, skipping with her new Mareep in arms, "Mary had a little lamb whose fleece was white as… cheese?"
The little sheep baa-ed as Blaire chuckled. Drew looked at her in distain. He already changed her physical appearance to something a bit better than before, but he could do nothing about her psychological problems. Actually, no one could.
The pair was walking, or in Blaire's case skipping, to another park with a few people in it. How many days away was the contest in this chapter? Why, a day of course! And now, the two planned on working out a theme and routine.
"I say we dress up like a sheep and shepherdess. I'll be the shepherdess and you can be the sheep!" Blaire suggested with a grin.
"How about no?" Drew retorted with annoyance. "And why would you suggest something as stupid as that? We'd lose for sure!"
"Well," she started, "I was thinking of using Mareep."
He glared at her, "That would be a stupid mistake only a rookie would make. You just got that pokemon today, and you expect to use it for a contest tomorrow? It probably wouldn't listen to you at all! You'd just make a complete fool of me!"
Blaire was a little insulted, but one of her new favorite things to do was prove people wrong.
"So you think that my Mareep wouldn't listen to me at all? How about if we had a battle to prove it?" she asked, holding up the little sheep.
Drew scoffed. Did she really think she could beat him in a battle with that pokemon? She had already lost to him once, and that was with a pokemon that had experience. She wouldn't stand a chance.
"Fine," he replied, releasing his Masquerain. "I'll even give you a little bit of an advantage just because I feel sorry for you."
"Heh, you know, you're being cocky," Blaire pointed out, placing her Mareep in the middle of their field. "It's a stupid move I'll make you regret."
"We'll see. Masquerain, bubble!" he ordered nonchalantly.
"Mareep, come here!" Blaire commanded.
Drew blinked. Come here? What kind of order was that? Heh, she's a goner.
As Masquerain's bubbles neared Mareep, the little sheep ran to Blaire's side, incidentally dodging the attack.
"Thunder wave the mean pokemon," Blaire cried, faking a sad look.
Drew was dumbfounded as her pokemon let out an angry cry and bristled up. Masquerain wasn't any better. It just gave the sheep a confused stare before a wave of lightning hit it.
"What?" Drew asked incredulously. The pokemon was actually listening to her.
"Good job, Mareep!" Blaire cheered, "Now, thundershock!"
The little pokemon lit up in a bright yellow color before releasing a jolt of electricity at its stunned enemy. Masquerain let out a distressed cry as it got hit by Mareep's attack.
Blaire smirked at Drew's misbelieving eyes. She didn't think she would win, but she knew that she had proved him wrong.
"Had enough?" she asked teasingly.
"Ha!" Drew sneered, "We're just getting started! Masquerain, quick attack!"
"Cotton spore!" Blaire yelled as the sheep released little cotton balls from its mouth.
Drew's Masquerain was slowed considerably, having a bit of trouble rushing past the cotton balls in the air.
"Now, thunderwave again! Or else the big meanie might eat me!" Blaire cried.
"Agility!" Drew countered as his eye twitched, knowing the big meanie Blaire was talking about was him. "And gust!"
Blaire internally sighed. The top coordinator had begun to take this fight seriously, and at Mareep's level, she wouldn't be able to win, but this would be good experience for the little pokemon.
The sheep flew in the air from the gust of wind, surrounded by its cotton balls that flew around with it.
"Maaaa!" it cried as it flew.
Blaire sprinted to where she guessed her pokemon would land, only to go to far and get nailed in the head by one of the sheep's hooves.
"Maaaa!" it cheered, accidentally spitting cotton balls into Blaire's face.
"Bleh!" Blaire coughed, spitting out a few bits of fluff herself.
Drew smirked and returned Masquerain to its pokeball.
"I think I won." He concluded aloud.
"Au contraire, mon charie," Blaire sang, carrying her happy pokemon in her arms.
"Mon charie is a female," Drew spat. "And what do you mean?"
"You have won ze battel, but I have won ze wager," she proclaimed in a French accent.
"Maa!" the sheep agreed.
He face-palmed himself. Did the blow to her head affect what little sanity she had?
"Either way, that pokemon's not going to enter the contest," Drew stated, rubbing his temples.
"But why?" Blaire whined, still in her French mode.
"Maa!" the sheep cried, snuggling into Blaire.
Drew ignored them, "It's still not strong enough to be Roselia's partner. We do have standards you know. Somehow, you forcibly met them."
"MAAA!!!" Blaire's pokemon wailed.
She rubbed its head comfortingly and held it up to eye's view, "I'm going to have a talk with this big meanie. Meanwhile, you get some rest and dream. Dream evil thoughts of Horton."
It let out an agreeing noise before Blaire returned it to its pokeball. She glared at the so-called 'professional' coordinator.
"Then what do you propose I do?" she asked, angry about the standards comment.
"I was thinking of using Electrike, but how well does your Jolteon fight alone? Never mind, let's battle again," he suggested, well, more like ordered.
"Fine, but why don't we have a little bet?" Blaire asked, a mischievous gleam in her eyes.
"I'm listening."
"Winner gets to pick out the outfits we wear tomorrow," she challenged.
Outfits? Drew almost forgot about that part of the contest. Couples were supposed to be judged on their harmony and how good they looked together.
"You're on. Go, Roselia!" he said, releasing his pokemon in a fancy manor.
"Jolteon, game time!" Blaire sang, throwing her pokeball in the same way Drew did.
"Roselia, let's start off with-"
"Agility, Jolteon!" Blaire ordered, cutting the glaring boy off, "What? You gotta be faster than that to beat me this time. There's no way I'm going to let you pick what I'm going to wear tomorrow."
"Yeah? That's probably because I'll force you to go in a paper sack," he retorted, "Petal Dance!"
"Sand attack cyclone," she countered. "And ruin your rep too? Wow, aren't you full of surprises?"
The lightning dog kicked a cloud of dirt into the air before rapidly running around Roselia as the other pokemon just began releasing fragrant petals in the air. A cyclone or petals and sand began to form around the poisonous pokemon.
"You think I'll fall for that one again? Roselia, grasswhistle!" he commanded.
Blaire smirked, "And you think I'd pull the same trick on you twice? Jolteon, Spark-release!"
The yellow dog slowed down considerably and lit up yellow, releasing a few sparks from its bristles, causing the petals in the air to catch aflame one by one. This caused the little rose to freak out.
Drew cringed as the fire-petals rained down on his pokemon. He guessed that Jolteon was the strongest pokemon Blaire had, not to mention the fastest. Although he had already seen it battle, witnessing it for himself was something different. Though he didn't like its trainer, the electrical dog was good at combos, not to mention powerful.
"Use the attack now, Roselia!" Drew ordered.
"Oh, no you don't. Jolteon, Pin Missile."
As Drew's pokemon was about to blow into its roses, Jolteon skidded to a stop and released hundreds of electrical pins at the rose pokemon. As the first noise came out, the pins hit, causing the pokemon to lose focus and fall to the ground.
He flinched, "Sunny day!"
His pokemeon got up with a smile and pointed its roses towards the sun. Blaire wasn't all too sure what he was going to do with the attack, but she wanted to take no chances. As the temperature began rising a few degrees Blaire told Jolteon to attack.
"Use thundershock!"
"Protect!" Drew commanded.
A blue barrier surrounded the rose, causing the lightning bolt to deflect and hit a nearby tree. This caused the few nearby people to become aware of them, wanting to know what all the commotion was about.
"Now use Synthesis!"
"Quick attack!" Blaire yelled, not wanting the opponent to regain any health.
Jolteon attacked before Drew could issue a counter. The Roslia slammed into a tree.
"Roselia, use-"
"OH MY GOSH, GUYS!!! IT'S DREW!!!!" one of the spectators screamed.
Drew looked them for the first time. Seeing a few cute girls in the crowd, he flashed them a charming wink.
"Thunder wave!" his opponent shouted, waking him up from his flirting.
"Roselia!" he cried, realizing his pokemon was now paralyzed.
"Let's finish this off with a Thunder-Fang combo!" Blaire said smugly, knowing that Drew would lose because of his little distraction.
His Roselia was paralyzed so any move that Drew ordered wouldn't go into affect until it was too late, and he knew that as well. Lucky for him, there was no one with their cameras out in the crowd.
"Jol!" the pokemon grunted, before releasing and extremely powerful bolt of lightning at the paralyzed pokemon.
"ROOOOSE!!!" it cried in pain.
Drew cringed. This was all because he was distracted for a minute.
The little pokemon stood wearily, obviously not strong enough to take one more strong hit like that. Unfortunately, Blaire and Jolteon's combo wasn't finished.
"Teon!" it grunted once more before its fangs lit up.
Drew's eyes widened before swiftly grabbing Roselia's pokeball and returning it.
Blaire's face was anything but humble when she saw Drew return his pokemon to its ball. He knew he would lose as soon as Roselia was paralyzed since Jolteon would move too fast for any healing moves to take effect.
"Looks like we're going shopping," Blaire grinned.