((OOC: Yes, another longish post. Those kinds of posts just work better for me, I guess. Oh well. Hooray for description... and... you know, stuff like that...!))
Catching a Much-Deserved Break
As soon as Rachel entered the Pokemon Center (which was a bit too brightly-colored on the inside for her liking), she was confronted by a peculiar man. He walked right up to her, a warm smile on his face that bothered Rachel quite a bit.
"Can I... help you?" she asked, weirded out.
"The question is, can
I help
you?" the man replied jubilantly. (Perhaps living in Jubilife City gave people that kind of personality...)
Rachel stared at him for a few moments. Her aggrivation from before was not about to leave her alone. "Look, old man, I really am not in the mood for these kind of responses."
The man looked a little taken aback by this, but replied all the same. "Well, alright. I'm the owner of the Poketch Company. A Poketch is a unique tool made specifically for trainers like you. And, well, I thought I'd give you a freebie, but you really don't seem interestesd, so..."
Rachel growled and gave him a stern glare. "Don't patronize me. I'll take one, if you don't mind."
With a sigh, the man shrugged and held out a device that looked like a blue, plastic-and-metal high-tech watch. Rachel accepted it with a brief and reluctant, "Thant you," and stepped past the man with her 'Poketch' thing in one hadn and Gible's Pokeball in the other. She came to a counter where an egg-shaped Pokemon stood.
"Ehm... Yes, could I get my Pokemon healed, please?"
"Bliss-Blissey!" it replied in a cheery voice, nodding its pink head. It then held up a small nub of a hand, as if signing for her to wait a moment. "Bliss!" it called suddenly.
"I'll be right there," a pleasant and high-pitched voice that flowed like honey responded. In a moment or two, a red-haired woman with a soft face came up to the counter. "Yes?"
"Hi," Rachel said, trying to act polite for once, "I'd like to heal up my Gible."
While Gible didn't battle much at all, he was probably a bit tired out by all the walking and the small fight with Kricketot. Rachel wanted to be one-hundred-percent sure her Pokemon was in top-fighting shape. She didn't want to lose like that pathetic kid back on Route 202.
"Certainly," replied the woman. Rachel handed her Gible's Pokeball. "Now, how much has this Pokemon battled recently?"
"Not much. He just walked around a bit and had one battle."
"Well, I can just put him in the healing-machine, then, and he'll be good as new!"
The healing-machine? Rachel thought,
Sounds a bit suspicious...
The nurse took Gible's Pokeball and set it into a large machine right behind the counter. A few lights flashed. A few seconds passed. Then, she simply picked up the Pokeball and handed it back to Rachel.
"All done! Do you plan on doing much else here?" she asked in that same cheery voice.
"I may rest a while," Rachel replied.
"There are some couches over there," the nurse replied, pointing to a set of cozy-looking couches gathered around a television in a corner. "You may take the time to get to know your Pokemon a bit, as well. That is, assuming you recently obtained him. A Dragon-Type like Gible is going to require a lot of attention, you know."
Rachel narrowed her eyes at this, but mentally wondered about the truth of those words. She'd only had Gible a few days, and Dave did say Dragon-Types were needy Pokemon. If Gible began to feel neglected, he might not obey Rachel so readily.
She walked over to a soft-drink machine by a back wall (which was apparently free for thirsty trainers), poured herself a small cup of cola, and seated herself on a couch where nobody else was sitting. First she adjusted the Poketch to her wrist. She'd mess with it later, though. Now she wanted to take Nurse Joy's advice and spend some time with her Pokemon.
"Gible!" the small reptile chanted as it burst from the Pokeball.
"Um... Hi, Gible," Rachel greeted awkwardly, taking a sip over her soda. She'd never really spoken to her Pokemon with anything other than a command before.
Gible turned to her, his eyes wide. He seemed surprised by her attentive notice of him.
"So, uh... Whaddaya think so far of this journey and all?"
"Bul! Gib!" Gible replied in a jolly tone, his lips seeming to curl a bit in a smile. Even Rachel felt herself smile a bit. Having a Pokemon was actually kind of fun.
((OOC: Perhaps now would be a good time for Rachel to meet some of the other trainers? A few of the others posted about seeming interested in her Gible earlier, so... well, maybe now that she's in a better mood she could get to know somebody. Like Sayaira said, we're gonna need to make friends at some point in time. Even rude and angry Rachel... :laugh:))