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Post by subtleAssiduities on Nov 1, 2017 13:30:58 GMT -5
Elliot and Sarge came to a gentle stop in the sleepy town of New Bark. Elliot lowered himself to the ground for the two younger children, and Chelle slipped off his shoulder, stumbled, and fell. Her legs felt like jelly after so long on the Charizard's back. With a sigh she picked herself up and dusted herself off.
Looking around this foreign town, it occurred to her that perhaps she was not half as prepared for this journey as she thought she had been. She had never been so far away from home, with or without a parent. She had not the slightest idea of how a journey went.
But the ten-year-old was not about to succumb to cold feet now. She stretched, waking up her numb legs, and pulled out Winter's pink Pokéball. In a burst of light, she released her. Nothing scared Winter; she had a good feeling that having her out and about would make Chelle feel better.
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Post by Atticus on Nov 1, 2017 13:47:28 GMT -5
Eliza slipped off the large dragon's back, her arm slung around the Charizard's neck as she steadied herself her feet, her knees buckling. She was a land creature, for certain. Very content on the footpaths.
Catching her breath, her brother followed suit, his blue eyes wide with exhilaration. He didn't offer his legs any time to steady, instead hopping clumsily towards the Charizard's face. "Thanks, Elliot," he chirped excitedly, patting the Fire Pokémon on his neck.
Roy could have the sky, Eliza didn't mind one bit.
Composing herself, the young teenager sighed and offered Chelle a smile as the little girl released her companion Pokémon in a flash of red light. "You ready?" she asked as the Sylveon appeared, shaking out her fur.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Nov 1, 2017 13:55:43 GMT -5
Chelle took a deep breath and flashed her siblings a wide smile. "Yeah!" She leaned down, drawing Winter to her side and rubbing her shoulders. "What are we doing first?"
The last bit of her question was drowned by a frightened cry. Chelle bristled and turned around. A young woman ran from her house, clutching a small toddler to her chest. From within the house came a rancorous clatter: things crashing, something striking walls, objects bouncing and rolling across the floor.
Eyes wide and filled with terror, the woman turned toward the three siblings. "Help! Please!" She ran to them, clutching her toddler to her chest. The child was whimpering, upset by his mother's panic. "Are you trainers? Please help me! There's a feral Pokémon in my house! You have to help! It attacked my baby!"
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Post by Atticus on Nov 1, 2017 14:10:52 GMT -5
Shocked by the appearance of the woman and her toddler, Eliza began to look around frantically. Yes, they were trainers but they were kids, and they were novices. They literally just landed!
She wanted to help, but she didn't want to put her little siblings in any danger, either.
"What kind of Pokémon is it, ma'am?" she asked, rushing over to the woman and pulling a polished, red Pokéball out of her pouch. Elliot and Sarge couldn't help right now... they were too large, and too on-fire to be of good use. Kitto wasn't particularly strong, but... Eliza realised her siblings might be expecting some guidance. Trying to maintain her composure, she called over her shoulder, "You guys stay here, I'm going to go check it out!"
Only, to her horror, she realised Roy and Chelle's Sylveon were already rushing towards the scene.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Nov 1, 2017 14:20:19 GMT -5
Chelle was right behind Winter. She and Roy barreled into the house fearlessly, led on by the pink and white fox. Once inside the house, however, Chelle stopped to regain her bearings.
The house did, in fact, look like a Pokémon had torn it apart. The couch pillows were on the floor, building blocks scattered the carpet, and a glass of spilled milk pooled at the edge of the room, punctuated with a set of tiny footprints that didn't give them a lead for more than a few feet. A picture had fallen from the wall, but the glass hadn't broken upon landing. A blanket, carrying a couple blocks and a milk stain laid in the center of the floor.
If either of the kids had been a little older, they could have just as easily assumed that a toddler had thrown a tantrum as a Pokémon. But it was enough to make Chelle feel like they were entering a dangerous cavern. She scurried to Winter's side, scanning the room for evidence of the Pokémon's whereabouts. What she got was the the sound of something striking a wall in the next open room: the child's bedroom.
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Post by Atticus on Nov 1, 2017 14:30:03 GMT -5
"Ah, guys no!" Eliza shrieked, quickly releasing Kitto from his ball as she darted after her siblings. The fox, receiving no context or instructions, hurried after his girl only assuming the worst.
Inside the house, Roy's blue eyes scanned the damaged environment, his body as fixed as a wild Persian on a hunt. He waited for any sign of movement aside from his little sister and her Pokémon, and upon hearing the crash, bolted towards the kid's room like a bat out of hell.
However, Eliza was quick to intercept him, grabbing him by the collar of his jacket and yanking him back.
"You don't even have Dante drawn!" she scolded him, pushing him back towards Chelle and Winter in fright and jabbing her finger at his belt where the Houndour's Pokéball was safely fastened. "And even if you did, that dog's still working on his fire control. You could burn this place apart!"
"Please, let me and Kitto--" she began, but Winter slipped by her legs in a blur of white-and-pink fur and disappeared into the bedroom.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Nov 1, 2017 14:34:03 GMT -5
"Lizzie, move!" Chelle cried, indignant. Of all the times for her sister to get preachy, why now!? The Pokémon could be eating a baby by now if they moved at Eliza's pace. She bounced on her heels, trying to get a better look at Winter. She wasn't fast enough to get past her sister, and even if she could, she had a feeling she would have to take out some furniture to do it. So she hoped Winter knew what she was doing. It wasn't like she had a lot of experience giving her orders anyway. Winter was her own trainer. Chelle trusted her.
The child's room where the creature hid didn't look to have been disturbed too much, assuming that the child that played in there was messy. Toys were strewn about, the bed was unmade, and an empty glass, sticky with the remnants of juice, sat at the little play desk against the wall. The stool that matched the desk was pushed aside. In the shadow under the desk, a pair of red eyes glowered at Winter.
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Post by Atticus on Nov 1, 2017 14:48:05 GMT -5
"Winter and Kitto can handle this," Eliza insisted, though her voice was quivering. She had no idea what she was doing, but she knew that above all, she needed Chelle and Roy safe.
The teenager moved towards the bedroom, holding her arm out firmly as to not let the little Surges get past her. Only Kitto slipped by her ankles, joining Winter's side as his trainer watched from the doorway.
("Can you smell it?") the flame-striped hybrid asked, walking with his head low, his chestnut-brown eyes darting around the room for any sign of the enemy. The room smelled of baby, but the moment he could sniff out what Pokémon it was, he could figure out just how to tackle it.
("There!") Winter growled swiftly, jumping over Kitto and rushing towards the pair of beady, red eyes under the desk. ("Get outta here, you coward!")
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Nov 1, 2017 14:54:31 GMT -5
A soft growl rose from the hiding place, and the eyes narrowed, locking onto a target. The smell that the creature gave off was... porch flowers. It didn't make for a very intimidating odor, nor did it tell them anything of the Pokémon's species. It was a very unfamiliar scent; nothing they had smelled at the ranch.
But they didn't have to guess for long. It answered Winter's call by charging. From the shadows darted a blur of green. It ran headlong into Kitto in a Tackle and promptly bounced off, landing on its back. Its stubby legs flailed in the air before it managed to get its pear-shaped body right-ways up, and then it faced the two, stance wide, the leaf on its head quivering threateningly. A Chikorita.
Chelle's eyes widened at the sight of the thing. "It's a pear Pokémon!" she cried, wrestling with her sister's arm. "Get it, Winter!"
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Post by Atticus on Nov 1, 2017 15:04:40 GMT -5
Kitto was caught off guard by the pear-shaped Pokémon barreling into him, losing his footing and somersaulting backwards a few paces. Dazed, he sat up as quickly as he could, staring, bewildered, by his little green enemy. Clearly, talking was out of the question.
"Kitto!" Eliza cried out, worried. The tabby hybrid focused himself, puffing out his chest -- he knew the basic math, fire trumped grass! All he needed was to collect his-- "Don't!" Kitto sputtered out an ashy breath, looking back at Eliza in a daze. "If you miss, this whole place goes up in flames," she warned. That was when she realised the only two offensive moves Kitto had were fire, and one was an explosive egg move he hadn't perfected. This was a mess.
It was all up to Winter. And the Sylveon was mighty cool with that.
("Puff up again!") the fox barked, hopping around the strange, leafy fruit.
("You heard Eliza, I can't-")
The agitated Sylveon stomped her paw, and the hybrid relented, beginning to feign the beginning of his ember attack. His cheeks puffed up as sparks began to flicker in his jaw, causing a bright orange glow to emit from the gaps in his teeth.
Hoping to utilize this, Winter steeled herself and charged at the Chikorita from the off the side in a pent up Quick Attack.
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Nov 1, 2017 15:13:28 GMT -5
The Chikorita watched Kitto, stomping and snorting. As his mouth took on a firey glow, it hopped back and forth in an attempt to dodge the oncoming attack; an ineffective one, given its tiny legs left it weaving through a hilariously short distance. Winter caught it completely off-guard, and it flopped onto its side with a yelp. The attack left it startled and disoriented; it once again struggled to get its tiny feet under it, chirping and snorting all the while.
Eliza's moment of tactical thought gave Chelle a moment of escape. It wasn't a graceful one, but it allowed her to push past her sister and into the room. In a bold move she dove onto the Pokémon and scooped it up, hoisting it into the air with a secure grip on its broad sides. The Chikorita cheeped in surprise as the floor fell away from it, and panicked, it looked around wildly, its leaf flopping from side to side as it tried to figure out where it now was. The fight was over: the rotund grass type couldn't move.
Chelle beamed, her lips drawing back from her teeth in a startled grin. "I got it!"
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Post by Atticus on Nov 1, 2017 15:24:14 GMT -5
Eliza's words got caught in her throat as she reached after her sister, and she hoisted the inert Pokémon into the air. Her hand, suspended towards her sister, flopped down as the weight and stress rolled off her shoulders.
As she careened downwards, catching the door frame for support, she caught sight of her little canine sputtering from all the build-up he had done for show. Smiling, she scooped him up into her arms and smoothed out his frayed tuft of hair. The fox panted, getting cozy in her embrace after losing his wind.
Roy slid past his sister, flashing a toothy grin at his little sis and the green goblin. "It's so weird looking!" he exclaimed, furrowing his brow. Of all the Pokémon on the family ranch, nothing resembled this one in the slightest. "Nice job guys!"
Win yipped, delighted in the praise. This trip was certainly promising, if it was going to have any more encounters like this!
"Whatever it is," Eliza interjected, "let's get it out of this poor lady's house."
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Nov 1, 2017 15:28:23 GMT -5
"Yeah!" Chelle cheeped, grinning victoriously. She lowered the Pokémon to her chest, careful to keep its legs above its little behind. That did the trick of keeping it helpless. The Pokémon squeaked and huffed in protest, but with its leverage gone, it seemed more sad than vicious.
She skipped out of the room, the victory giving her new confidence. "We did so good! I wonder if she'll give us an award? ...Er, Liz?" She looked back at her sister, still slumped against the door frame like a Victorian maiden. "What are you doing on the floor?"
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Post by Atticus on Nov 1, 2017 15:44:15 GMT -5
"...Nothing," Eliza breathed with an exasperated smile, getting back to her feet.
Roy stepped past her, his eyebrow cocked, and with the last of her group out of the room, she shut the door and ushered them out of the house.
"Ma'am!" Roy called for the woman, hopping down the stairs. "We got the culprit!" With a confident grin plastered on his face, he thrust his finger towards the Pokémon in Chelle's hands. "And we didn't even have to burn the place down to do it!"
Eliza recalled the ash stains that might have been left to scrub out of the carpet and grimaced. "If you need any help cleaning up, though, we don't mind."
Roy looked over his shoulder, horrified.
"This Pokémon kind of looks more like someone's pet than a wild animal, if I'm going to be totally honest," the eldest admitted, staring at the stubby-legged 'mon. "Do you recognise it at all?"
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Post by subtleAssiduities on Nov 1, 2017 15:49:51 GMT -5
The woman clutched her now irritated toddler to her chest and eyed the green critter in relief. "Oh, thank you so much," she breathed. "I don't know what I would have done without you."
Upon giving a moment of thought to Eliza's question, her expression dampened. "I think I recognize it. It's the type of little thing that the professor uses," she guessed, pointing down the road to the Pokémon lab. "Those creatures are a menace! It's not wild, but it certainly acted it!"
Chelle frowned at the woman. She looked down at the Pokémon in her arms. Now resigned to its entrapment, it was scowling, but still. She didn't get the impression that it was a 'menace' anymore than the naughty Pokémon at the ranch were. And most of them were fine if they were well-fed. This lady just didn't like Pokémon.
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