Burgling Inventory:
There is something to be said about Rafflesia's spores. They don't have a particularly notable scent. I would guess a faint hint of lemon grass, a touch of earthy tones, and something really spicy or acidic. Okay, so I guess the scent is a tad notable. The spores themselves are an eye irritant and won't cause problems to certain Pokémon and those lucky enough to be wearing some souped up Black Glasses that double as Safety Goggles (like me). It's also fortunate that the fan is blowing outwards and not inwards because Candella would have fallen to sleep like a. . . um-hm well, Candella would have fallen asleep, let's keep it at that, shall we?
As she was fanning her leaves towards the fan, Rafflesia must have lost her footing or got too close. I heard a kind of shredding sound for a split moment and then a chirp of pain soon after that. The fan had clipped off the tip of one of her leaves, the poor thing. She sprang away from the fan then ran towards me and underneath my arm. I felt a little ping of sadness as I saw that the leaf quickly died and turned a shade of foul green. I tried looking at the damaged area and encountered stiff resistance. Rafflesia pulled away and shook herself so her other leaves hid the damaged area. This caused me both concern and annoyance. I've been with her for a couple years now, ever since she sat on my head while I was laying low in the grass scoping out my next hit. She's both been my companion and my friend and having my Pokémon in pain like this didn't make me feel all too lucky at that moment.
Candella overloaded the ventilation fan a few seconds later so it fizzled down with a low buzzing sound. My other Pokémon looked on with concern. I had to grab hold of Rafflesia so she couldn't escape to even begin to investigate the wound. I almost laughed when she unleashed her fury at me, which surmounted to her raging and sprinkling spores on me. It was quite adorable, I assure you. None-the-less, I managed to grip her firm enough to prevent fleeing, yet light enough to prevent damage. I didn't have any Potions on me at the time, and there wasn't much I could do with my limited inventory of loot. I wasn't about to spray repel on the spot and make things worse. So I thought is best to feed her tummy to take her mind off of the pain. I grabbed another 'Poke tail from my sack and tossed it onto my back while I was laying prone so she could eat it on my back while I was on the move.
It was considerably more difficult to move evenly enough to prevent Rafflesia from rolling off my back, and Candella didn't appreciate my slowness. she knew now that the fan was out of commission I'd have less time to snag items of importance. I knew that as well. The grates we passed (that you could see through, at least) saw a few stragglers that were yawning. Whether yawning awake or asleep I couldn't tell, but that was a bad sign. If they were late falling asleep, the others would of course wake at differing times and wake the others that fell asleep after them. I paused and peered through the slits in a grate. If I'm not mistaken, most of those people are scientists. I was beginning to doubt the gold at the end of the rainbow. I've had two run-ins with scientist controlled operations before and both times I came away with only curios worth next to nothing and three packs of cell batteries (I'm on my last pack). It was then that Rafflesia rolled off my back, clearly feeling better, and began to dust spores through the grate. While not as immediate as the ventilation, it'll have to do. I rustled her leaves and for a split second forgot about the damaged one. She pulled away, but thought otherwise and let me continue my rustling of the leaves.
Candella was not pleased. Even stroking her spinal ridge was not enough to console her. I'm sure her thoughts were justified. Not only did Candella save Rafflesia from lawnmower destruction (clearly a mistake the oddish made, no doubt), but she didn't receive a second snack like Rafflesia, and she also didn't get a piggy back ride. Thankfully I figured out one of her true weaknesses that'll sure win her over. While 'Poke tail is mighty tasty (being how it's highly sought after, and illegal in over seven regional states) it doesn't whet Candella's appetite like it does Rafflesia's. While it may not be conventional, I took a cell battery from my loot sack and Candella's ears gave a twitch. Her eyes lit up, literally, when she saw what I held in my hand. She reached out with both paws, like a Growlithe gone mad, desperate to sap the electric nectar from the device. I placed it in her tiny paws and what could pass as a smile spread across her face. Sparks of electricity leapt from her lips to the battery and back again. She licked the positive side and her fur gave a slight jolt. She then proceeded to put the battery in her mouth and suck on it, happy as can be. A pleasant, low buzzing sound reached my ears as Candella savored the battery's energy source and I grinned.
Now that they were both happy, we pressed on further, deeper into the bowels of the. . . uh. . . warehouse. We came across another fan, upon which Rafflesia had her 'revenge' because she angrily spat spores at it. I had to stop her before it grew serious though; I noticed a sort smoking underneath her and realized she was about to spray acid over the whole thing, so I had to cover her mouth with my thumb (not the brightest of ideas, but she's never sprayed me intentionally nor unintentionally so I don't worry too much about that). Acid still drooled from the corner of her mouth as we crawled, however, causing a unique hissing sound about every 10 seconds. Strange. . . most warehouses only have one ventilation fan. . . my suspicions were verified when we came to a steep slope. This isn't a warehouse. This is something else entirely. . .
Pts. 40 (50?)
Rare Candy x3
