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Happenings Between Goals	By : GreatMasterM Category: Pokemon > General Views: 1715 -:- Recommendations : 0 -:- Currently Reading : 0
Disclaimer: The Pokemon franchise isn't mine. The whole thing belongs to Gamefreak, The OC human characters are mine, though, so no stealing. Any resemblance to real people, live or not, is coincidental. I make no profit from this.

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A/N: Oh hello there! Are you here for the newest update? You are?! Wonderful! I just happen to carry it with me wherever I go. Super-long length means nothing special happens today. No siree. Oh, and I'll try to make different POV fillers in the future. Thanks, mysterious stranger of the night! FF#7: It's likely that Giovanni, Archie, and Maxie said their quoted words as Ghetsis is doing. FF#8: "Pokeentomophobia" is "the fear of Bug-type Pokemon," and is common in small children, most of which grow out of this by adulthood. Enjoy the chapter!

Chapter 4: To Incite Insects

                “Oh, hello there. Do you have a requested gym battle today?” asked the kid in the straw hat and a bug-catching net in one hand, who greeted us at the door. He looked just like the kind of guy who delights himself in creeping girls out with his collection of live bugs.

                “Yes, we do,” I answered for both Greg and me.

                “Very good, then. What are your names?”

                “I’m Eric.”

                “I’m Greg.”

                “Nice,” he uttered, jotting down something on a clipboard. “Decide which of you will go first and I’ll inform the gym leader that you have arrived.”

                He turned around and left, leaving me and Greg to let out our shivers of being near the guy and decide who to go first.

                “I thought he was gonna molest me with a Shuckle or something there,” I said.

                “Yeah, he’s definitely a creeper. No wonder he works in a place like this. So, which one of us should go first?”

                “I want to get this over with and move on to the next town. We’ve been here for days and I’m tired of this place already.”

                “Not my fault that reservations were booked for the past couple of days. And I get what you mean by wanting to move on. It feels like I’m behind schedule.”

                “Yeah, because it obviously only takes a week or so to become the champion. So are you alright with me going first? I’ll show you how it’s done.”

                “Against bugs. Oh, I will be impressed. If you catch me yawning, I’m yawning impressively.”

                “Jerk.”

                The creeper came back into the room.

                “Alright, our leader is ready for you two. Which one of you will challenge him first?”

                “I will,” I declared.

                “Very well. Please, follow me. You,” he motioned at Greg, “can follow this hallway to the stands and watch the match from there.”

                We separated and I mentally prepared myself for my first gym battle.

                ‘Bug types, so Shelmet may not be the best offense. Then again, Beldum’s not exactly the best long-term battler either. But I trained them over the past couple of days, so it should be good enough. Hope the gym leader doesn’t use a Pinsir.’

                I entered the main battle room with the creeper. The entire room was decked out in forestry. Tall, dense trees covered three sides of the building, allowing only a little of the sunlight to peep through the glass windows. The ground was dirt. There’s no telling how deep the floor was. One of the sides of the building had stands for spectators to watch the battles. Greg was seated towards the exit, and only a handful of other trainers were dotted around there as well, talking amongst themselves. They were probably in the gym’s employ. Was my inevitable victory not enough to incite excitement in the townspeople to come watch? Someone was standing at the end of the room.

                “Hello, challenger! Welcome to the Canalave City Gym! I’m Bugsy, and as you can probably guess, I’m a practitioner of bug type Pokémon.”

                He, though “ambiguously androgynous” would describe him better, had lilac colored hair that almost reached his shoulders, wore a mint green dress shirt with matching shorts and a yellow tie, slip-on hiking shoes, and had the horrible fashion sense to wear ankle-high tube socks. He looked to be quite young for a gym leader, though I heard that the League was hiring younger and younger child prodigies these days to revamp their image and appeal to younger kids.

                “Hi, I’m Eric.”

                “So how many badges do you have?”

                “None. This is my first gym attempt.”

                “Oh how excellent! I’m glad that I’m the first one to break you in to the vicious yet wonderful cycle that is being a Pokémon trainer. As your first gym leader, I have some things I need to say before we begin. I heard that another challenger is waiting in the stands, so he should listen to this, too. As you probably already know, the team that each gym leader will challenge you with will be determined by the number of badges you already have. This is to allow trainers to challenge any of the gyms in any order that they wish. You need eight regional badges to qualify for the Elite Four Challenge. In order to obtain a badge, you must beat the gym leader’s entire team. I should warn you, in the Sinnoh region, most of us will use a full six member team. You are allowed to switch Pokémon whenever you please, but be cautioned as I am able to as well.”

                He let the information sink into my head for a bit.

                “Got it, hotshot?”

                “Yep! Bring it on!”

                “Alright!” he said, brandishing a Poké Ball. “Let me demonstrate what I’ve learned from my studies!”

                “You like bugs? Here! Shelmet!”

                “Awesome! Here comes Caterpie!”

                We threw out our Poké Balls and released our bugs. Both let out a cry as I analyzed what strategy I should use against the weakling. I mean, it’s a freakin’ Caterpie! How hard can it be?

                “Use String Shot!” commanded Bugsy.

                Immediately, the squishy thing shot a white, sticky thread at amazing speeds towards Shelmet.

                “Shelmet, use Bide!”

                Shelmet shrunk back into its shell and closed the “helmet” over its face just as the webbing hit it. In no time, Shelmet was practically glued to the ground.

                “So you think I’m just going to attack it while it’s doing that? Think again! Keep pouring on the String Shot, Caterpie!” said Bugsy.

                Shelmet was becoming a virtual cocoon by this point and I knew she didn’t know Rollout. I didn’t want to switch out this soon. Could I even switch out? I don’t think the beam from the Poké Ball would be able to penetrate through all the layers of the webs.

                “Shelmet, try to burn your way through with Acid!” I shouted, hoping that she could hear me.

                “That’s probably not the wisest decision to make,” offered Bugsy. “Shelmet had its helmet on before I covered it, so spewing acid would only serve to hurt it rather than free it.”

                I saw a slight twitch come from the mass of webbing and I hoped it was what I thought it was. The Caterpie stopped spitting out threads and started catching its breath.

                “Call it back before it starts to suffo-” began Bugsy before taking notice of something.

                Though I couldn’t see it at the time due to Shelmet facing away from me, Greg would later tell me that the front of the cocoon was starting to tinge with a purple hue. Bugsy started to look a little worried (either for the battle or for what my Shelmet had possibly done to itself, I don’t know).

                “Better make sure it stays down with a Tackle attack, Caterpie.”

                The green bug started running up to my cocooned bug in a seemingly adorable way, what with its tiny little feet scampering about and its head bobbing ever so slightly. But no! I’m in a gym battle right now! I must concentrate!

                “Keep going, Shelmet! You can do it!”

                Just as the Caterpie got to its target, the acid had burned its way through and gushed out at high velocity, hitting the dumb bug square in the face. It cried out in surprise, stopping in its tracks and rising up on its hind legs to somehow shield itself from the spray. But it was no use, as the acid kept pouring onto the bug.

                “Caterpie!” Bugsy cried out.

                The Wurmple-wannabe slumped to the ground, giving out a weak cry, and noticeably relaxed.

                “Caterpie is out!” announced the creeper from the sidelines.

                Bugsy called back his Caterpie.

                “He probably expended too much energy trying to keep up the String Shot attack. But your Shelmet is probably in the same situation! So let’s see how you fare against…” he said, before throwing a Poké Ball in a dramatic fashion, “Wurmple!”

                Aw yeah. S*** just got real. Caterpie 2.0 appeared and fixed a stink eye aimed directly at Shelmet. This was not a bug to be messed around with.

                “Helpful tip: Wurmple is part Poison type and stronger than my Caterpie, so Acid won’t work as well against him as it did on Caterpie,” Bugsy provided (or taunted). “It also means that this Poison Sting attack is gonna hurt!”

                With that, the Wurmple launched itself towards Shelmet, who was still encased in the cocoon, horn-first.

                “Use Curse!” I yelled, thinking the best offense was a good defense in this situation.

                “SHELMET!” she shouted.

                Whether she had time to do the attack or not, I don’t know, as her back was still turned to me. Either way, the Wurmple collided with Shelmet with enough force to break her out of her prison. She tumbled back towards me, whimpering in pain. I could see that her helmet wasn’t corroded, which confirmed my suspicion that she had, indeed, managed to lift it up while trapped in the cocoon. She turned to me and gave me a look that clearly said she was not out of this fight yet.

                “Pretty good,” said Bugsy. “Tackle!”

                I had a plan. I waited until the Wurmple was close enough.

                “Leech Life, Shelmet!”

                She launched herself over the Wurmple and landed on top of it, attaching her mouth to its hide. The Wurmple was understandably not pleased and tried bucking her off, but she was holding on tight.

                “Wurmple wurmwurmwurmwurm!”

                After a couple seconds, the Wurmple’s movements started getting more Slugmaish. When it finally managed to buck off Shelmet, it was very visibly dazed and disoriented. Shelmet, on the other hand, looked far more energetic than before she had clamped onto the bug. She turned around to face the second of Bugsy’s dumb bugs and shot straight towards it, head first. What was she doing?!

                “Shelmet! What are…”

                She collided with Wurmple, knocking it straight back at Bugsy. It did not get up.

                “Wurmple is out!” said the creeper, sounding surprised that Shelmet would survive this long.

                I was still trying to figure out what exactly made Shelmet do what she did. Then I remembered the Bide she used earlier.

                “Wurmple, return,” Bugsy said. “I’m already down two Pokémon. That’s pretty good of you for only using one bug type Pokémon.”

                “Thanks, but we’re going for a team sweep here,” I replied.

                “Shelmet!” added Shelmet.

                “I like your enthusiasm, but your winning streak ends here! Go, Sewaddle!”

                Bugsy threw out another Poké Ball and out came a yellow-faced Caterpie. At least, that’s what it looked like. I knew from my textbook readings that it was native to somewhere else and was often compared to Caterpie, but there was something distinct about it that set it apart from Caterpie. What was it?

                “Waddle!” cried out the newest bug, flaring out its leafy mane in some pathetic form of intimidation.

                Oh right. It’s part grass type. For a first badge battle, though, it shouldn’t even know Razor Leaf yet. I wish I had Ho-oh right about now.

                “Tackle!”

                “Acid!”

                Shelmet started spitting her poison at Sewaddle, but that thing was quick. It kept dodging the bursts, charging right up to her and connecting.

                “Met!” cried Shelmet.

                “Good hit!” yelled Bugsy. “Now use Bug Bite before it can collect itself!”

                “Quick, use Bide!”

                Sadly, the leafy thing bit down hard on Shelmet with its small fangs before she could do anything.

                “Shellllll!”

                The Sewaddle flung her across the field. She could barely move. This is bad. I had to get her out of there.

                “Shelmet, come back!” I said, producing her Poké Ball and returning her to me.

                “One down. And from the look of your belt, one to go,” proclaimed Bugsy, proudly.

                “This one’s more powerful than Shelmet, however,” I retorted. “Let’s go, Beldum!”

                I sent Beldum out, who, of course, didn’t give out a battle cry or anything. Bugsy only smirked.

                “Okay, let’s see how many Take Downs it takes to wear this one off.”

                Drats. I guess gym leaders would be knowledgeable about these kinds of things, especially if Beldums are given out as starters.

                “We’re about to find out. You know what to do, Beldum!”

                Without another word, Beldum rocketed at the Sewaddle, hitting it before the squishy bug knew what happened.

                “What?!” exclaimed Bugsy, before a smack of realization hit him. “Oh. It would make sense for Beldum to just attack after receiving permission, since it only has one move to attack with.”

                Meanwhile, the Sewaddle stumbled to its feet, meekly gasping for air, before collapsing again onto the ground.

                “Sewaddle is out!” announced the creeper. “The score is 0-3, Bugsy and the challenger!”

                He could at least remember my name!

                “Return,” said Bugsy.

                His enthusiasm seemed to have died down greatly. His look of seriousness was starting to bug me.

                …heh, “bug me.” I’m hilarious. I don’t care what Greg says.

                “Okay, Weedle, you’re up.”

                Bugsy sent out his Weedle, which looked slightly confused as to where it was and why it was sent out. It’s like it knows that it’s gonna get KO’ed in one move.

                “Take Down!”

                “String Shot.”

                The bug shot out a string of web which connected with Beldum, but Beldum simply cut the string with the protrusion above its…eye, and continued with its attack, swooping down to Weedle’s level and hitting it, arching up sharply, taking the Weedle with it, and throwing the bug to the ground from high in the air. The red-nosed clown hit so hard, it bounced off the ground before landing again.

                “Well that didn’t work,” observed Bugsy, recalling his Weedle. “Maybe this will prove to be more of a challenge!”

                He threw another Poké Ball out, this time making a Kricketot appear. Its cry sounded much like a xylophone.

                “Use Bide!”

                Before Beldum could launch another attack, the musical bug tightened its body and a concentrated look formed on its face, staring right at Beldum. Not that it could do much else, Beldum stared back.

                “Beldum, attack!”

                Beldum launched itself towards the Kricketot and hit. Surprisingly, the vocal bug embraced the attack, though it did look like it hurt it somewhat.

                “Now, while it’s close, use Struggle Bug!”

                The Kricketot then proceeded to slap poor Beldum repeatedly across its face, causing Beldum to break away from the Kricketot and fly back to me.

                “Let’s see where he’s going with this, Beldum. Bide shouldn’t hurt that much since you’re part steel type,” I told it.

                Beldum turned around and looked at me. Probably using its psychic powers again, I felt a sense of trust coming from it.

                The Kricketot started charging at Beldum without warning. Looks like it didn’t want to wait on biding anymore.

                “Dodge it!”

                Beldum veered far to the right, away from the bug’s trajectory. Unfortunately, I was in its trajectory!

                “Watch out!” yelled Greg.

                I tried to move out of the way, but the dumb xylophone still managed to clip me on the left leg as I was putting all my weight onto it to move. I suddenly felt the ground be knocked out from under me and soon after that, felt the same ground on my face. OW! That really hurt!

                “I guess now would be a good time to tell you that the Pokémon gyms aren’t responsible for any injuries you might receive!” called out Bugsy.

                “Are you alright down there?” asked Greg.

                “Glad to see someone is concerned about me,” I said to myself.

                Beldum came up next to me. It seemed worried about me as well.

                “I guess you are, to-”

                “Struggle Bug!”

                “What?!”

                The evil bug appeared from out of nowhere and proceeded to start slapping Beldum again!

                “That’s not fair! Beldum, punt it in the air and use Take Down!”

                “It’s your own fault you got injured by standing directly in the path of an opponent’s Pokémon. Why should I let your rookie mistakes stand in the way of gaining an edge in battle?” explained the jerk.

                “It’s called common decency! I hope Beldum turned your Kricketot into the world’s softest piano keys!”

                Beldum turned around, gripped the tune bug with its back claw, and flung it into the air. The bug then spread its wings and maintained altitude. C***, I forgot these things had wings. Nevertheless, Beldum flew up to where it was at and flung itself at it.

                “Behind you, Kricketot!” shouted Bugsy, just as Beldum hit.

                “Kriiiiiick!”

                Bugsy’s Pokémon hit the ground and Beldum came back to me.

                “Kricketot is out!” said the creeper. “The score is now 0-4, with the challenger in the lead!”

                “Weedle is in no condition to continue fighting,” corrected Bugsy, “so count him as fainted. The score is 0-5. One more knock out and victory is yours, Eric. But I’m still going to make you work for it! Sewaddle, Weedle, and Kricketot really softened up your Beldum. How many more Taken Downs can it handle? And if it falls, do you think your Shelmet can handle the rest?”

                “So far you’ve sent out nothing I couldn’t probably take on myself, so why should this final Pokémon be any different?”

                Surprised hooting could be heard from some of the spectators in the stands.

                “You think you could just trample over my bug Pokémon like they were Trubbish?! You’ve still got a lot to learn about the true strength of bug types, Eric! I’ll knock both of your Pokémon out with my best first-badge bug! Wipe them out, Venipede!”

                He threw out his final Poké Ball and out came a magenta-colored thing. It looked rather fat and angry. Maybe it was angry because it was fat?

                “Let’s finish this. Beldum, use Take Down!”

                “Move out of the way with Rollout!”

                The Venipede curled up into a ball and started spinning forward, dodging Beldum’s attack. It wheeled past me and behind me before spinning back towards Beldum.

                “Counter it, head on!” I commanded.

                Beldum rushed to the bug as it spun to it. The fat lard suddenly hopped up to meet Beldum midair, face-to-spiky back. The resulting collision caused both Pokémon to fly in opposite directions and fall to the ground. I could see that Beldum was very visibly hurt and may not be able to muster another Take Down attack. While the opponent was still reeling from the attack, I could switch out for Shelmet and hope she could take care of the Venipede.

                “Beldum, you did good! Return, and let Shelmet take it from here!” I said, holding up its Poké Ball.

                “Venipede, now! Use Pursuit!” Bugsy ordered.

                Before I could stop the Poké Ball from working, the ball beamed out and encapsulated Beldum, just as the angry bug picked itself up and tackled Beldum, knocking it across the field and out of the ball’s tractor beam. Beldum’s distinct, high-pitched yelp could be heard for just a split second before its eye closed.

                “Beldum!”

                “Beldum is out! Both combatants are down to their last Pokémon!” shrieked the creeper.

                I returned Beldum to its ball for real this time. I should’ve caught another Pokémon. Even if I hadn’t trained it much, I could’ve still used it to stall the battle while I healed Beldum or Shelmet. I could’ve released it afterwards. Now I’m down to Shelmet and I don’t know if she can handle a somewhat weakened Venipede. I grabbed Shelmet’s Poké Ball and looked at it.

                “Either send out your Shelmet or forfeit,” said Bugsy.

                I hadn’t beaten five of his Pokémon only to walk away now.

                “Finish the job, Shelmet!”

                “Shelmet…” she said, though not as enthusiastic as before.

                Maybe I can use Leech Life and get her health back up.

                “Venipede, use Screech!”

                The evil bug breathed in deeply and let loose an ear-splitting scream.

                “PEEEEEEEEEEDE!”

                I covered my ears so soften the blow. I could see that Bugsy wasn’t even flinching. Were all gym leaders deaf? Shelmet, unfortunately, didn’t have the luxury of being able to cover her ears (wherever they are), so she instead flipped her armor down over her face to try to quiet the noise.

                “Now, while it’s blinded, use Rollout!” Bugsy shouted over his bug.

                That malevolent, murdering bug shut its face and rolled up into a ball again, speeding towards Shelmet. I couldn’t afford to risk her doing another Bide and possibly being knocked out.

                “Shelmet, use Acid! Concentrate it into a narrow beam! Knock that thing off course!”

                Shelmet lifted her helmet and got ready to spray acid, but by then the Venipede was too close. It ended up whizzing right past her, barely avoiding contact.

                “Venipede! You missed!”

                The bug stopped where it was and unraveled itself, turning its head around to look at Bugsy.

                “No! Keep doing your Rollout!”

                “Now’s your chance, Shelmet! Use Leech Life and sap all its energy away!”

                She barely managed to get her mouth on the Venipede before it could curl itself back up. It started thrashing about, much like the Wurmple, trying to buck Shelmet off.

                “Ven!”

                “Mmmmmet…”

                After awhile, the bug finally managed to shake off Shelmet. It looked worn out though, and Shelmet looked much more energized.

               “Acid attack!” I said, trying to end this long match.

               “Defense Curl!”

               The purple thing rolled up into a ball again and took the brunt of Shelmet’s attack. After a few seconds of the acid soaking in, the Venipede unraveled itself and started wriggling about and crying.

               “Venipede!” Bugsy exclaimed, starting to look worried that his Pokémon might be in pain.

               After a few intense seconds of everyone staring at this bug, it finally collapsed onto the floor. The creeper raised his hand.

               “Venipede is no longer able to continue! The victory of this gym battle goes to Eric!”

               The crowd in the gym started cheering.

               ‘I…won? Me? An actual gym battle? Not a simulation?’

              “Yeah! Way to go, Eric!” I faintly heard coming from Greg, mostly drowned out from the crowd’s noise.

              Bugsy recalled his Venipede. He smiled at me as he walked up to me.

              “Congratulations! You beat me on your first try, and with only two Pokémon, neither of which had a type advantage over mine!” he said, fishing something out of his pocket. “You definitely earned this Hive Badge!”

              He handed me the gym’s official badge, marking my achievement over adversity. I stared at it in wonderment, still not fully comprehending that this was actually happening to me.

                “Shelmet?”

                I looked down. Shelmet was at my feet, looking up at me. I had temporarily forgotten that I had just finished a Pokémon battle using her. I knelt down next to her.

                “You helped me win this. You and Beldum. This badge is as much of yours as it is mine. I’m very proud of you.”

                Shelmet just looked like she wanted to sleep.

                “Okay, time for a rest,” I said, returning her to her Poké Ball.

                “Be sure to place your badge in your badge case. We don’t give out second copies,” Bugsy advised.

                I stood up and took out my badge case, something Mom bought for me before I left home, and placed the badge in the Hive Badge-shaped indent. First badge won. Only seven left to get.

                The crowd had stopped cheering and was dispersing by now.

                “Next gym battle will be in an hour, guys!” Bugsy yelled out to everyone.

                Oh right. Greg wanted a badge, too.

                “Since this is your first badge, allow me to explain its function. It’s more than just proof that you beat me. The number of badges you have will indicate to shopkeepers what you are able to buy. Think of it like how you need a proper ID to validate your age when buying alcohol. There’s a lot of great technology out there, but if given to inexperienced trainers, they can lead to widespread destruction. Also, thanks to hundreds of years of conditioning, Pokémon, both wild and captured, have come to recognize that the higher number of badges a person has, the more powerful he or she is, the more respect he or she gives to Pokémon and they to him or her, and the more worthy the person is to partner with to better the Pokémon itself. So the more badges you have, the better command you’ll have over your Pokémon and the more respect they’ll give to you, which means it’s less likely they’ll flat-out disobey you. As you already know, you need eight badges to quality for the Elite Four Challenge. This is your first step towards that goal.”

                “Congrats again on your first gym victory. You should probably drop off your Pokémon at the Poké Center and then come back if you want to watch your friend battle. Your Pokémon probably need a good rest after that fight.”

                “Thanks, I will.”

                “Good luck on your journey!”

                I thanked him again and went to leave. The creeper and Greg were entering the room as I was leaving.

                “It never ceases to amaze me how many new trainers fight and win against Bugsy, but fail to remember that they win money when they do,” said the creepy guy.

                I had completely forgotten that.

                “Oh. So, can I still get paid?”

                “No, just hand over your Pokédex so he can snap it in half,” snarked Greg.

                I shot him a look.

                “Give me your Pokédex anyways so I can complete the transaction,” replied the guy.

                Wearily, I gave him my Pokédex and he swiped a card through it.

                “There. Your account should recognize the transaction in around two business days,” he said, handing me back my Pokédex. “You should probably go see the Poké Center now.”

                 And then he just walked away. How rude.

                 “So when they woke me up in the stands, they told me you actually beat someone,” Greg said.

                 “That’s funny. I’m sure I heard your voice cheering loudest for me when I won.”

                 “Must’ve been some wandering Beheeyem scrambling your brain.”

                 “You know you love me.”

                 “Like Maxie loves a bath.”

~~~

                 “Now finish it off with Peck!” Greg ordered.

                 His Nidoran charged at the Heracross and hit it with his horn square in the…carapace? Thorax? Chest. The scarily big bug shut its eyes and cried out in pain before dropping over and fainting.

                 “Heracross is unable to battle. The winner is Greg!” announced a different guy from the creeper.

~~~

                 “I still say he went easy on you,” I said.

                 We were walking back to the Poké Center.

                 “He used a fully evolved Pokémon against me! AND that Durant thing! How was that not hard? You went up against a freaking Caterpie! All things considered, I think he went easy on you.”

                 We entered the center.

                 “Your battle was a test of strength. Mine was a test of endurance. Which of those two do you associate most with Pokémon battling?”

                 “I think you’re just jealous because I had some type advantage moves on my side. What did you have again? Take Down and a weak bug attack? Against bugs?”

                  Nurse Allison seemed to overhear our conversation as we approached the service counter.

                 “Did you just come from the Pokémon gym, too?” she asked Greg.

                  I had told her about my victory when I came by earlier to drop off Beldum and Shelmet.

                  “Yes I did,” he replied, showing her the badge.

                  “Congratulations. Are you here to heal your Pokémon, then?”

                  “Yes I am.”

                  He handed her his Pokémon and we went to the lobby.

                   “It’ll be awhile,” he said, trying to start a new conversation.

                   “We just got our Pokémon and we’re already back to being non-trainers.”

                   “Mine are healing. Yours were just requisitioned,” he stated plainly.

                   I punched him in the arm.

                   “Is it just not possible for you to intentionally say something nice to me?” I asked.

                   “Maybe.”

                   Maybe it’s late onset puberty.

~~~

                   Because our Pokémon were so thoroughly trashed by Bugsy, it took longer than usual to fix them up. Due to this, Greg and I both decided to do some sightseeing while we were still in town. There was an old, historical inn that was boarded up and blocked off with police tape. It seemed to be historical because it was so old. No one really seemed to know why it was historical in the first place, and just accepted the notion as fact.

                   There was a coast that allowed for a great view of the ocean. According to the travel brochure, it was popular amongst tourists to see cargo boats enter and leave the port from there. We seemed to have come at a bad time, as no boats were sighted. Still, haven’t seen the ocean in a long time and that salty ocean smell was good for a nostalgia trip.

                   There was also a library. Yes, a library. This was somehow considered “Places to See in Canalave City.” Greg said we should at least go in to say that we’ve been in there. I said that I spent eighteen years of schooling reading books just so that I wouldn’t have to continue doing so after graduating. He called me an uncultured Swinub. I gave him the middle finger. We ended up going in. We didn’t stay for very long. Who knew that a library would consist of nothing but books?

~~~

                   Canalave City isn’t a big city. Those three things were pretty much all the city had to offer. We eventually decided that spending the rest of the day in the Poké Center watching TV sounded like a good idea. I knew that there was some uncultured Swinub in him.

                   In the evening, our Pokémon were returned to us and we went out to get some authentic seafood, figuring that we wouldn’t be next to the ocean again for quite some time. Once stuffed (strangely, Geodude was capable of eating seafood, but Beldum couldn’t; we had to find some different food for it), we returned to the center, which thankfully had room, and rested for the night. I kept looking at and rubbing my newly awarded badge every hour until I went to bed.
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