Carry On
Chapter Five : Bubble
It's about time to show off my new Pokemon. I was starting to think I could capture a wild critter without even having to pull out my own, and I even bought as many Pokeballs I could with a budget, but as I stare into the leering eyes of a Pidgey, I know that will not be possible.
"Come on out," I say, in a half-yell that cracks my voice. I whip out my wrist and throw the Pokeball out in front of me. There is a crackly shoooof!, and it comes out.
I resist the urge to flinch.
In front of my stands my starter. Blue and white, with a dark blue stripe running from the middle of its forehead down its back, Froakie has a sort of cottony white puff around its collar. It's hands (hands? Paws? Same difference) are white, and eyes yellow. Jumping up and down excitedly, it looks at the wild Pokemon with a grin, then glances back at me for instructions.
I take out my Pokedex, which has just started beeping wildly. "New Data Acquired," reads the front of the screen, and as I pop the item open a robotic voice reads for me. "Froakie, the Bubble Frog Pokemon. It secretes flexible bubbles from its chest and back, which help reduce attack damage. Beneath its happy-go-lucky air, it keeps a watchful eye on its surroundings. Spotted: male Froakie, moves known: Pound,..Growl,..Bubble... Dex information acquired for Pidg-" I shut off the Pokedex, figuring that if this keeps up, we'll never get this over with. Turning to my Froakie, who already begins to look uneasy, I raise a hand.
"Froakie," I murmur, unsteadily raising my voice, "try out your Bubble attack!"
The little Pokemon nods and spurts out a barrage of bubbles from the cotton wads over its chest. The Pidgey swats them away as best he can, but a good amount of bubbles envelop him, some popping in his open beak and others pummeling against his body. I begin to smile before realizing that the bird Pokemon is already preparing a next attack.
Pidgey! it screeches, and lashes out with its beak. The Froakie stiffens up, but he still lets out a small cry as the bird throws him back. However, it only takes a moment; Froakie hops up and whips out his palm, punching the Pidgey as it recovers from its own attack. The Pidgey in turn stumbles back, holding his wings up protectively over his stomach, wobbling uncertainly.
Now is as good as ever, I suppose, and my hands fumble over an empty Pokeball. For some reason, seeing the Pidgey comforts me; it's as if a piece of Kanto came with me. "P-Pidgey, come on!" I lob the empty sphere at the bird; the Pidgey disappears inside the Pokeball with a puff of smoke; everything slows for the moment as the critter struggles inside, and then subsides; click.
I laugh aloud, despite myself, smiling gratefully at the Froakie and reaching out for the fly Pokeball as it whisks toward me like a boomerang. A silhouette of the Pokemon is visible in the dawn, and I gaze into the shadows of a Pokemon exploring its surroundings. "Hello, Pidgey," I whisper, and the Pokemon pauses, turns toward my voice, let's out a barely audible Pidgey! The Froakie jumps beside me, looking in the Pokeball and tittering to the bird in a language of its own; at the bird's response, he lets out a happy squee. It's funny, but it takes me a while to remember that I don't like Froakie. I straighten up.
"Good job, Froakie," my voice come out stiffly once more. "Return!" And with a click of a button, he disappears back into his host Pokeball.
The sun is just starting to break, so I decide to take a rest from searching and plop down on the cool grass. A small Fletching chirps from some ways away, but I ignore any challenge, and with a dismal chirp it hops away.
It's getting so warm. I close my eyes and listen to a flight of Wingulls soaring over the trees, one carrying a small sack of mail. I thought of the Holo Caster, delivering it to my mother. She had been excited, had carried it inside after a hug, had looked at the package like a small ray of hope. I wondered how many engagement rings she had accumulated over my absence of what, an hour now? At least Rhyhorn, our aging 'house pet' that came with us from Kanto, was sympathetic. Especially after I told him about Froakie.
There was a small insignia on the envelope, with a Pokeball-slash-S signature, and a small outline of a person that I guessed could only be Sycamore himself. He looked creepy, to say the least. Maybe it's simply the suspicion that the professor was hitting on my mother made me that had me glaring at the memory. I wondered if he would be just as I pictured him.
My thoughts were interrupted as a rather disheveled Wingull swooped past me and into a bush, a small, slightly damp piece of parchment strapped to its ankle.
/Hello all!
I promise not to make every Pokemon battle the same; I know how in the game, wild Pokemon running into you every seven steps can get a little old. (Trust me, I've survived generations of Victory Road!)
QotD: What is your very favorite part about X/Y?
(Mine is how there are at least 5 new species in every area. I wandered in every route for more than half an hour and still haven't caught everything!)
Also, thanks so much for the support! I really appreciate all the good criticism I can get~ ^_^
Cheers! Nookie