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841. abet: to encourage; assist, or support, usually in wrongdoing
Green ran to the Pokecenter, shouting across the phone at Arabella, who was in an equal state of panic. Silver had not made such a large appearance in the media, as Gold had been the big star a couple days before. Of course, he may have abetted or encouraged Leaf to hide his media presence too. But ither way, none of Green's trainers had heard the news until Green had frantically called them.
Luckily, the line to use the PC was pretty short (it was indeed quite early to be scrambling to teleport your pokemon) and Green managed to retrieve his pokemon from storage. He pocketed the worn out pokeballs and sucked in a breath and exhaled sharply. Time to run to the gym.
842. obscure: lacking light; dim; dark
PC's teleported pokemon to obscure rural areas where special storage ranches were maintained – most ranches were in the north, around Bill's house, but the local trainers of Pallet all kept their pokemon in the Oak ranch. Each pokemon would get eight hours of social time and feeding time, and then sleep in their pokeballs for sixteen hours while others took their turns in the fields. The schedule was mandatory primarily because Green and Red and Leaf had amassed over five hundred pokemon, including a few from abroad, and the other less well known trainers had contributed perhaps another one hundred.
All in all it made for a hectic schedule, but the volunteers, primarily retired trainers, parents, or kids too young to get their trainer license, did wonders in maintaining order. Of course, it wasn't a perfect system, as some pokemon often got harder to manage or depressed when kept too long (unless you were talking about meowths or snorlaxes, sixteen hours was quite a lot of boring sleep time), but it usually worked out fine.
843. immaculate: perfectly clean
It helped Green a ton, because he rarely took his pokemon out of their pokeballs to train nowadays, and felt bad about it. Letting his team spend its time at the ranch took pressure off his back. Well, he kept Pidgeot's pokeball around, since Pidgeot preferred Viridian Forest and would come at the call of a special whistle. But the rest of his battling team often spent a couple days every week at the ranch.
The time was 7:53 when Green burst in the gym, which was still in a state of destruction from the previous match. He'd forgotten to call a psychic too – gosh darn it, everything just wasn't working!
Green ran back and forth with his Koga style mop skills, but in the end the major battling arena was far from immaculate, and still had cracks and potholes. Pidgeot helped coil up the dangling wires and at least keep those out of the way. Exeggutor and Machamp and Tyranitar helped lug buckets of stale water from the mini pond and water the plants outside with it.
844. office: a duty or function assigned to someone
The time was 8:28 when the team finally got down to practice and warm up tricky moves. Green pondered the downsides to half-intentionally losing. The top priority would be avoiding media attention, which also meant not hiring a psychic. Therefore, he'd have Exeggutor work on the barrier. There was absolutely no way he was going to allow Umbreon to battle, so it'd be a five pokemon battle. His pokemon were also not in tip-top shape; they were getting on in their years, and the battle with Gold had been extremely taxing. All in all, It wasn't the best conditions for a battle.
His office as gym leader was not necessarily to win, but to give approval to strong trainers. He could lose in grace – of course he'd still put up a good fight, but with such skewed circumstances, he didn't want to push his pokemon much more.
845. repository: a place where things are kept for safekeeping
In his battling years, he might have spent the whole hour practicing like crazy, but seeing Arcanine puff and breathe heavily after just a tiny flamethrower, he decided to call off practice after fifty minutes, leaving ten minutes for a break. His trainers also relaxed to take a quick break. Each team member, both human and pokemon, collapsed onto the ground.
They were startled when a certain redhead swung open the door. Green flicked on the special light, and then went to the repository and pocketed a badge from the hefty box of them.
846. verdant: green (lolwut)
Silver was struggling to retain his dignity as he was sent careening and spinning around by the booby traps, and he glared murderously at Green after a particularly long spin. Green awkwardly smiled back before strolling back to his office to stare at the happy, verdant trees swaying quietly outdoors.
Judging by the fact that Silver avoided all the trainers except the twins (they were positioned so people could not pass without battling them), the redhead had probably studied up on the gym layout to prepare.
847. incite: to provoke and urge on; to encourage to act, especially in a hostile action
When Silver reached the destruction that was the arena, he deadpanned. Green offered the customary handshake, but Silver just stared at him. "What the flying fuck happened here?"
Green sniffed (no handshake?). "Your boyfriend happened."
If anything, that was the key phrase to incite an explosion from Silver. "Oh my freaking Arceus, he is not my boyfriend, I don't care what you've seen or heard cause that's all him and none of me. You know what? Let's get this over with quickly before Gold comes back to crack lewd jokes."
848. indisposed: slightly ill; unwilling
Green raised an eyebrow. "Where is he? I thought he was your number one fan."
Silver grimaced. "I told him to go get fresh shellder meat and make congratulatory sashimi or something stupid and kind of time consuming, but I was half kidding and I think he's serious. I thought as a breeder, he'd be like, I don't know, vegan, but he's seriously in Pallet Town right now fishing for shellder, and with that insane luck of his he'll probably be back in an hour or so."
"…ok then." Green was quite indisposed to an intense, drawn out battle too.
The two trainers walked to opposite corners of the arena, and Green released Exeggutor. The tree-like psychic pokemon lumbered off the arena and quickly constructed a dome-like barrier encasing the area.
Green watched the hole at the top of the dome slowly be covered up, and then raised his left hand, with three fingers extended. "Ready?"
Silver nodded.
Green prepared to throw out his first pokemon. He could at least look good if he wasn't going to fight well. "3…2… 1!" A flash of red light, and the first players on the stage.
849. inveterate: established for a long time; habitual
Machamp grunted and backed off immediately upon seeing Crobat. Green had sent out Machamp to deal with the weavile he saw earlier, but he'd ended up with a pretty bad match up…
When Green had gotten lost on Mt. Silver (and almost died), Machamp had one time been his companion in the caves, and after a little run-in with the golbats they'd both emerged emotionally scarred. Zubats are scary too.
Although Green had kind of gotten over it, Machamp was having difficulty listening to Green's instructions in his panic – instead of throwing rocks, he was trying to punch the elusive pokemon, and simply getting a faceful of gusts and wing attacks and air slashes. He'd reverted to the inveterate habits Green had struggled to train him out of to fight back against flying types, and Green could only shout to deaf ears as Machamp was slowly worn down.
850. husband: to use sparingly; to conserve
Green then sent out Gyarados, before realizing how much difficulty the serpentine pokemon would have moving on the rough terrain. He face palmed, and Gyarados groaned. The massive serpent coiled up, enduring attacks and husbanding energy to wait for the right moment to attack.
However, Crobat was keeping a safe distance, and finally Gyarados became frustrated enough to make a massive leap and take down the poisonous bat. However, on his fall down back to the arena ground, he landed on an upturned tile and got a big whack in the stomach, and both pokemon were knocked out.