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Happenings Between Goals	By : GreatMasterM Category: Pokemon > General Views: 1718 -:- 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: Hello, all! Time for the next chapter. Here's a forewarning for future chapters: I won't be showcasing every single capture and evolution. At times, characters will just magically have new Pokemon on their teams or their old Pokemon are now in new forms. These are just happening offscreen and you should just roll with it. If, however, a character has a Pokemon that seemingly devolved, then it's a mistake on my part and you should report it to the Poke-authorities immediately. Also, I won't be showing every trainer battle everybody has. These are also taking place offscreen. You should assume that everyone has trainer battles with complete strangers all the time offscreen and win some, lose some. That's how everyone can afford things and aren't super rich. (Also assume that every battle with a wild Pokemon either ends with victory or the group running away. No person who is all by themselves loses all their Pokemon to a wild Pokemon, as the implications of what happens after are grisly.)

Fun facts! FF#8: To be a big name professor, one must be a leading expert in a field no other big name professor is in. FF#9: Geodude kill more people per year than Sharpedo. FF#10: Cianwood City Gym Leader Chuck is quite popular among the bara community.

Chapter 5: Hannibal Special

                I was pretty sure we were lost, and I had no qualms about eating Greg to survive.

                With nothing left to do in Canalave City, we decided to brave the wilderness and head south to Lake Verity, one of the three Trinity Lakes said to house a legendary Pokémon. Naturally, I was sure that I would be the one legendary trainer to catch this Pokémon. According to the brochure and Pokédex, the Pokémon is called Mesprit and if physical contact is made, all emotion will be drained from the person in three days. So all I have to do is beat it into submission with my Pokémon (all of the information specifically referred to humans making physical contact), and I’ll be all set! Maybe then I can get Greg to touch Mesprit and have it erase some of his sarcasm…

                We figured just heading south in a straight path would lead us directly to the lake. We headed out in the morning. After four hours (and a break) of walking and battling, we were still walking and battling. Lost in the woods and both of Greg’s Pokémon weren’t edible (one being a pebble and the other being quite poisonous).

                “Just so you know, since I can’t eat your Pokémon, I’m eating you first,” I made sure to let him know.

                “I can’t see how you could possibly be hungry enough for cannibalism after eating lunch so soon,” he countered. “It shouldn’t take us a whole day to find this place, unless we do end up walking right past it.”

                No later than ten minutes after he said that, we came upon a clearing. Ahead of us we saw a huge lake, surrounded on all sides by thick forest, with a small island placed squarely in the center of the lake. A Magikarp bounced out of the water to survey the area before slipping back into the water.

                “At least I’ll have something to drink when I’m gnawing on your arm.”

                “You seem a lot more enthused about the idea of eating me than you ought to be.”

                We walked around the perimeter of the lake.

                “Don’t you think there should be some other trainers here, or anybody for that matter?” I asked.

                “Yeah, especially around this hour. Seems like it would be the rush hour for tourism.”

                “What if this isn’t Lake Verity? What if we just happened to stumble upon another really big but not as important lake?”

                “There ISN’T any other big body of water around here. Unless you want to say that we somehow managed to go west and we’re staring at the world’s smallest ocean.”

                A Stantler walked out into the clearing several yards away and went to take a drink at the lake. Greg and I both took out an occupied Poké Ball.

                “Don’t think Stantlers drink salt water,” I said, eyeing him.

                “Don’t think so either.”

                We both eyed each other, silently trying to figure out who would try to catch this magnificent beast. Without warning, we both sent out a Pokémon. I sent out Beldum and Greg sent out Nidoran. The Stantler looked up and saw us and our Pokémon. It quickly turned around and fled back into the woods.

                “No! Wait!” I yelled, as if the Stantler would actually obey me.

                It was no use. We were still too far away to catch up to it. We only ran a couple of feet before giving up.

                “You spooked it!” Greg accused.

                “You frightened it with your face!”

                We both looked back to where the Stantler was and sighed. We decided to continue walking towards the front of the island entrance. Then we realized that we were assuming there was an entrance to the island. And that there would be some way besides swimming or using a Pokémon to get to the island. My dreams of becoming a legendary-wielding unstoppable machine were falling down around me by the minute.

                “It’d be nice if we had a fishing rod,” Greg said. “Who knows what kind of Pokémon live down there?”

                “I wouldn’t be surprised if they sold them in Sandgem Town. Advertise catching a Dragonair with them.”

                “A Milotic.”

                “A Sharpedo.”

                “With your luck? A Stunfisk.”

                “Still better than a Geodude.”

                Out of the corner of my eye, I saw a lily pad float near the shore. It reminded me of something and when I saw a little bit of blue flesh poke out of the water beneath it, I immediately recognized it as a Lotad. A Poké Ball hit the top of it and it got sucked in.

                “Too slow,” Greg admonished.

                “Hey!”

                The Poké Ball sank to the sandy bottom and Greg ran over to where it was. He waited until he was sure that the Lotad was caught before he started taking off his shoes and socks, rolling up his pants legs as well, and waded out to where the ball laid.

                “At least now you have a Pokémon that’s stupider looking than your Geodude!” I called out to him.

                “Use Hydro Pump!” he yelled back, throwing the Poké Ball at me.

                The ball landed before me and out popped the whole Lotad. It looked up at me and certainly didn’t look like it was about to murder me with 350 pascals of concentrated water.

                “Lotad!”

                It was like it was greeting me. Greg came walking back up to us.

                “Well obviously it doesn’t have a good judgment of character,” he said.

                I gave him a look.

                “Let’s just find the entrance to the island before I make this thing a salad to go with your arm.”

~~~

                We bickered and fought Pokémon for another hour before coming upon what we guessed was the front entrance. There was a small, paved path leading out of the area, a sign that talked about the history of the lake, and, if one peered close enough, a hole in the rocky isle. There was no bridge to get across.

                “Well that sucks,” Greg said.

                We both felt rather dejected. We could’ve just headed to Floaroma Town instead of wasting our time coming here.

                “I’m mad. I’m taking a leak,” he announced, walking off towards the trees.

                Once he was safely behind trees, a Poliwag decided then to jump out of the water next to me and run straight for the forest. No WAY was I letting this one pass me by! I called out Beldum and gave chase.

                “Take Down!”

                Beldum rushed ahead of me and slammed into the fleeing Poliwag from behind.

                “Poli!”

                It flew forward and hit the ground. Just in case Greg was around waiting for a steal, I flung a Poké Ball at it. It hit the Poliwag and drew it in. The ball dropped to the ground and started to wiggle. One shake…two shakes…three shakes…

                It stopped wiggling.

                “Ye-ah! Great job, Beldum!”

                Beldum turned back to me and said nothing, stoically.

                I went over and picked up the ball containing my new teammate.

                “You didn’t catch something, did you?” Greg said, walking over to where I was.

                I showed him my Poké Ball.

                “Send out your deformity, Lotad, and find out.”

                We heard a tree fall suddenly in the distance, followed by the faint sounds of a human swearing. It did not sound like nature’s doing.

                “What was that?”

                “Don’t know. Let’s find out.”

~~~

                As we rushed closer to where we thought we heard the noises come from, we noticed that the human voice was not one, but two, and that they continued yelling. We weren’t so sure then that revealing ourselves would be the best course of action. Another tree fell in front of us, stopping us in our tracks. We looked to where the tree had been cut.

                Two of the members of that group of chefs I saw in Veilstone City were angrily scanning the woods. The glow on one of their Patrat’s claws was fading. They must’ve had it use Cut. They must’ve heard something, as they both looked at a nearby bush.

                “Hidden Power!” one of them ordered the Patrat.

                The Patrat formed some multicolored energy between its hands and shot it at the bush. We heard a cry come from it and silently tiptoed over to investigate. The crying came from a Munna and, seeing as how its floral patterns were so faint, a young one at that. The two chefs came over to it. They still hadn’t seen us.

                “No more running around! We know you have the power to summon the legendary Pokémon that sleeps at the bottom of that island in the lake. So summon it already!”

                “Or be prepared for a lot more pain.”

                What the hell were they doing?! Where did they even GET that plan of theirs? How could a Munna summon Mesprit? Greg and I jumped out from our vantage point.

                “Hey! You already defeated that Pokémon! So leave it alone!” Greg shouted.

                “How is this Pokémon liberation?! I thought you guys wanted to free Pokémon, not beat them into the dirt!” I added.

                “Who are YOU guys?” said one.

                “Butt out! This is OUR Pokémon!” said the other.

                “You were spying on us, weren’t you?! You just want the legendary Pokémon all to yourselves! Well, we won’t let that happen!” said the first.

                “Go, Scraggy!”

                “Get them, Patrat!”

                “Nidoran, let’s go!”

                “Shelmet, let’s take them down!”

                Poké Balls were thrown and the fight began.

                “Patrat, Double Team!”

                “Bulk Up, Scraggy!”

                The one rodent soon became many, surrounding all of us, and the reptilian Pokémon puffed out its chest and let out a cry, tightening its muscles and focusing its attention on us. Muscles that seem to appear out of nowhere. Greg and I looked around at the many Patrats.

                “Nidoran, use Double Kick on the Scraggy.”

                The pink critter launched itself at the Scraggy.

                “Shelmet, use Bide.”

                Greg’s Nidoran did a back flip and landed its two feet on the Scraggy.

                “Patrat, Cut down that bug before it does something!”

                The rodent sped from all directions straight at Shelmet, hitting her from all sides and sending her into the air. All of the illusions then disappeared.

                “Use Acid to rocket yourself at it!” I yelled.

                Shelmet did just that, propelling herself towards the once-again singular Patrat, colliding with the force it dealt her, knocking it out before it flew past us and into the nearby bushes.

                “Peck attack!”

                Nidoran drilled its horn into the Scraggy, which cried out in pain before falling over, knocked out as well.

                “What?! Get up, you worthless brat!” shouted Scraggy’s trainer.

                “You know, you are seriously starting to piss me off here,” said Greg.

                We both faced the two chefs with our Pokémon ready for whatever else they had.

                “Rrrgh, this wasn’t supposed to happen,” one of them said.

                “We have no choice. You haven’t seen the last of Team Plasmaaaaaaaa!” shouted the other.

                He took something out of his pocket and threw it to the ground. It turned out to be a smoke bomb, as we quickly were coughing from it. I threw out Poliwag’s Poké Ball.

                “*cough cough* Poliwag, use Water Sport! *cough*”

                Poliwag started spraying water thinly into the air. The “rain” soon brought the smoke down with it. When we could see again, we saw that the Plasma chefs had disappeared, but left behind their Scraggy and, presumably, Patrat. It was then that I remembered something.

                “Hey, where’d the Munna go?”

                Greg started looking around. After a few minutes of searching, we couldn’t find it anywhere.

                “I guess it ran off during the fight.”

                I looked at the Scraggy.

                “What should we do with it? We can’t catch it, since it’s still technically a trainer’s.”

                “We should take it and the Patrat to the Poké Center in Sandgem Town. Their trainers aren’t coming back for them, so Nurse Allison should know what to do with them.”

                I agreed. We picked up the Scraggy, looked around and found the unconscious Patrat, picked it up, and tried to find a way back to the main path. This took longer than expected, mostly because we got lost again. I looked down at the Patrat I was holding and decided that I wouldn’t share it with Greg once I roast it. Maybe I should’ve had a bigger lunch.

                We eventually found a marked path and headed towards what we hoped was the Lake Verity entrance. I guess the wild Pokémon must’ve thought we were easy pickings, with the fainted Pokémon in our hands, as they kept trying to attack us on our way to the entrance. It was good experience for Poliwag and Lotad.

~~~

                It didn’t take us as long to find the entrance as we thought. From there, it was only a half hour before we got to the fork in the road, one way leading to Twinleaf Town and the other leading to Sandgem Town. Though we also wanted to visit Twinleaf Town, we decided that a bigger town would have a better Center, so we continued on to Sandgem, making note to stop by Twinleaf at a later date. I noticed a Masquerain flying overhead as we were walking and thought it would be useful in future battles against Greg’s Geodude, but it was too high up and probably too powerful for me to battle; plus, I didn’t want to arouse Greg’s suspicion. So unfortunately, I had to leave it alone.

~~~

                “Oh, those aren’t your Pokémon, are they?” said Nurse Allison.

                We had walked in with Pokémon in our arms instead of in Poké Balls.

                “No, their trainers abandoned them,” Greg informed her.

                We then both shared a look, both knowing that he had said something stupid that would undoubtedly set off Nurse Allison.

                “I’m not surprised,” she said. “Not everyone can handle being a trainer in this region. Some people just give up and abandon their Pokémon so that no one knows of their shame.”

                “Yeah…so, can you help these two?” Greg asked.

                “Oh sure! We’ll heal them here and then wait a few days. If no one comes to claim these two, then we’ll ship them to a facility where they can reverse the biological effects that capturing a Pokémon bring about, effectively making them wild Pokémon again. Then they’ll transport them to one of their species natural habitats.”

                Greg was about to say something, but I intercepted him.

                “Sounds good. Can you heal our Pokémon as well?”

                “Certainly.”

                Greg looked at me. We handed the two injured Pokémon along with our own and left the counter.

                “I don’t like the idea of the government controlling when I have a Pokémon and when I don’t.”

                “They have to GET your Pokémon first, though,” I reminded him.

                I wasn’t too happy about the amount of power they had as well, but I could see where it might be needed. Our situation was one of them.

                “Think of it from the Pokémon’s prospective. Would YOU like to forever be chained to a guy who abandoned you?”

                He huffed.

                “Look, I get what you’re saying, but I still think the checks and balances are still heavily tilted towards one end. What if someone managed to hack into the storage system and release everyone’s Pokémon at once? There’d be a mass panic. I’m surprised no one’s tried it yet. There couldn’t be that much security against such an action.”

                “Well if an attack hasn’t happened yet after all these years, maybe there is.”

                We both fell silent after that, and remained as much for the next hour, quietly opting to drop the subject matter and watch TV in the lounge instead.

~~~

                Once our Pokémon were healed up, we decided to leave town and visit Twinleaf Town. It’s said that a former champion came from there. We were just outside the town, talking.

                “Look, the show said there’s a rare Pokémon living in each route. They’re like the apex predator of the route, which means they don’t need to breed as much in order for at least one kin to survive into sexual maturity, which makes them rare, and trainers often find it difficult to beat, much less catch them," Greg said.

                “And the shows you watch are a crock of flaming Rapidash crap. Every route? Including the caves and water routes? That all seems highly unlikely to me. Like, what? The entire Pokémon super-species are conspiring to make being a trainer like a game?”

                “We saw a Stantler at Lake Verity, alongside Poliwags, Lotads, Spearows, Rattatas, Wurmples, Magikarps, Shroomish, and that one Oddish. AND the Pinsir at Route 202 alongside Nidoran, Yanma, Shelmets, Caterpies, Weedles, and Taillows.”

                “Oh yeah. When I think ‘top of the food chain, unstoppable killing machine,’ I think of Stantler.”

                He ignored me.

                “I wonder what rare Pokémon is hiding in THIS route? A Scyther? A Gligar? Or maybe a Zangoose?”

                “Or maybe a highly intelligent, shiny Noctowl?” I sarcastically provided.

                “What? Would it, like, know how to dodge a Poké Ball better or something?” he asked, confused, before his face lit up again. “Oh! Maybe it’s a Herdier!”

                His face then took a look of evil and malice.

                “It’s going to be a Pansear. I’m going to catch one of those and, even though it’ll be weakened, sic it on your Beldum and Shelmet and watch them helplessly burn.”

                “Not if Poliwag has anything to say about it, which he will,” I retorted. “And if a Pansear is living around here, then a Pansage won’t be far behind, and guess what your pebble is greatly weak against and your hideously deformed Lotad won’t be able to touch?”

                We stared at each other with murderous intensity in our eyes before we both heard a rustling in the grass to the side of the road. Unfortunately, it was on Greg’s side, so he had a slight distance advantage when we both instinctively threw a Poké Ball at where the noise was made. More unfortunately, we both saw that his Poké Ball hit the target first, whatever it was. The ball rolled out to the main road, wiggling. It’s gonna be a Charmeleon, I just know it.

                The ball eventually stopped wiggling, signifying Greg’s new capture. He went over to pick it up as I went for my ball. I fought back the urge to kick his new capture clear into the woods. GOOOOOAAAAALLLLL!

                “Let’s see what rare Pokémon I got. Prepare yourself!” he said, flinging the ball at me.

                Out of the ball came an adorable, pink, incredibly small balloon with three tufts of hair on top.

                “Igglybuff!” it cheered.

                My reaction was lightspeed.

                “Pffft HA HA HAHAHAHA HA HA HA HA HAHAHA *cough cough cough* HAHAHA!”

                I gasped for air.

                “Ha hahahaha haaaaa ha ha haha…”

                The look on Greg’s face only made me laugh longer.

                “Hahaha…”

                “Shut the hell up.”

                I gasped for more air.

                By the time I had control over myself, I was sweating from laughing so much, my throat hurt, and I still had tears coming down my cheeks. I’m sure I must’ve been red in the face as well. Greg, on the other hand, looked royally ticked off, though I’m sure it was more towards me than towards his new capture.

                “Haaaa…oh man, that’s frickin’ hilarious,” I said, collecting myself. “You wanna battle with that? Okay, I’m down with that! Try not to pop it too hard, Beldum!”

                I threw out Beldum’s ball and it came out, staring at its new opponent.

                “Oh sure, throw out the steel type against a baby normal type. Real classy,” Greg snorted, pulling out his Pokédex. “Let’s see what moves you know, Igglybuff.”

                Wanting to appear classy for Greg, I waited while he consulted his Pokédex. His face got really angry, so something wasn’t right.

                “Son of a…”

                “Take Down!”

                Classy time being over, Beldum mowed over the baby balloon.

                “Your Pokédex is switched to “Battle” too, right?” I called out, reminding myself of how little money I actually have.

                “This thing’s so young, it doesn’t even know any attacking moves!” he yelled back. “Forget that! I’m not losing my money to you due to a technicality! Return, Igglybuff! Geodude, rip that eyeball out of its socket!”

                He withdrew his Igglybuff and sent out Geodude. Somebody’s a poor loser.

                “Magnitude!”

                Silly Greg. I have more resources now.

                “Return! Stand your ground, Poliwag!”

                I did a quick swap of my own and sent out Poliwag to absorb the blow. How lucky for me that the attack was quite weak. Probably a Magnitude 4.

                “Water Gun!”

                “No! Defense Curl!”

                Though it managed to roll up in time, the blast from the water still sent it flying back to Greg. If it weren’t for its Sturdy ability, it’d clearly be knocked out.

                “Want me to throw some bubbles on that carwash for ya?” I taunted.

                He glared at me, but I knew what he was thinking.

                “Go ahead, send out Lotad. I got Shelmet waiting in the wing. Or perhaps Nidoran? Beldum’s still up for a fight.”

                He challenged me recklessly and I gained the upper hand because of it.

                “Fine, you win. But you only won because I didn’t know that an Igglybuff would be the Pokémon I caught.”

                “You’re making excuses,” I said.

                We swiped cards. Finally, I had a little spending money. Perhaps I should “challenge” him again while he’s sleeping.

                He humphed and turned around and started walking towards the town again. I grinned and followed.

~~~

                “What do you mean, ‘no tourists allowed?!’” I said

                We had made it to Twinleaf Town and went straight for the house marked on the map. However, there was a gated fence surrounding the house, and a policeman was standing at the front gate. He said no one could visit the house.

                “Ever since the kid became a champion, trainers from all over the region have been flocking here, hoping to challenge the youngest champion recorded in the Sinnoh Hall of Fame. The kid left, not wanting all the sudden fame and constant battles, all of which the champion won of course, which just left the mother of the child alone here. Trainers still come by, wanting to challenge the youngling, and the mother just wanted her peace. So now the house is gated and we’re put on patrol to make sure she isn’t pestered all the time. So no visitors.”

                We left, dejected. I may know in my heart that I can catch a lake legendary, but I’m not stupid enough to think that I could challenge a champion and win. Hell, I couldn’t even beat the trainers I see on TV. I think Greg felt the same way.

~~~

                There was nothing else to do in Twinleaf Town, so we left soon after we came. The sun was starting to set. We battled some more Pokémon on the way to Sandgem Town, strengthening our newest recruits. Greg somehow got his Igglybuff, which he did NOT release back into the wild, to learn Pound, so now it can actually attack a Pokémon. It’s still fairly weak, though. We also saw a passing trainer, to which I asked if I could battle, but when he informed us that he already had four badges, we decided it would be pointless to fight such an incredibly one-sided battle.

~~~

                We were nearing Sandgem Town when the sun was almost behind the horizon. We started hearing the telltale sounds of the night (the calls of Hoothoot; the distant but distinct sounds of Kricketots chirping). Suddenly, we heard the sound of something not typically associated with the night.

                “PIDGEYYYYY!!!”

                A wild, and angry, Pidgey swooped down on us. We covered our faces with our arms and it buzzed past us and high into the sky again. It made a large u-turn, ready to swoop down on us again.

                “Why’s it attacking us?! Go, Geodude! Use Rock Throw!”

                His Geodude grabbed some dirt, packed it into a ball, and threw it at the Pidgey, but it dodged all the attacks and swooped down on us again.

                “Beldum can attack in the air! Let’s do it, Beldum!”

                I sent it out and told it to attack the bird. Beldum flew through the air and started charging at the Pidgey. The Pidgey was having none of that, as it swiftly dodged the attacks and started flying beak first at Beldum. Finally, one of Beldum’s attacks hit and the Pidgey struggled to stay in the air. Then I threw a Poké Ball at it. The Pidgey got sucked in and the ball fell to the ground. Beldum came back to me. The ball shook once, shook twice, shook thrice, and then it was mine.

                “I guess I got a Pidgey,” I said, picking up the ball. “Wanna battle it with your new catch?”

                Greg walked past me.

                “Go to hell.”

                I looked at him and continued walking. Somebody was still in a bad mood.
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