Lynnx
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The tall grass lining the path that cut through the town was fluffy, itchy, and very, very annoying. Luna surpressed a sneeze as she struggled to keep Fern's trademark green leaf in sight as the Chikorita ran straight through the field as if she knew where she was going. Barely after they had hurriedly passed through town, Fern had suddenly sprinted off into the grass without a backwards glance.
"Fern! Wai -- AUGH!"
The toe of her sneaker had snagged a root and she slammed, facefirst, into the ground. As Luna sat up painfully and wiped mud from her glasses she could have sworn she heard Fern snickering at her. Wonderful ... of all the starters, I get the Pokemon brat. What to do ...?
"Fern, if you don't come back here right now, you're going to be sitting in your Pokeball until the end of time!"
There was an angry silence before Fern reemerged from the grass, nose as high in the air as she could possibly get it. Luna stood up and tried to look commanding as she towered menacingly over the Chikorita.
"If you want this little relationship to work out, we're both going to have to cooperate. And right now, you're putting in zero effort. So slow down and try to actually warn me before you run off, okay?" Inside, she smacked herself mentally. Great, now I'm sounding like my aunt.
Fern rolled her huge eyes - was that even possible, for a Pokemon to roll its eyes? - and trotted back off into the grass at a much more reasonable pace. Luna followed her closely until they came to a bare patch in the grass where an odd little bush squatted all by itself, looking very out of place in the sea of wheat-grass-stuff.
"A Berry bush?"
Fern nodded with exaggurated slowness, as if she were talking to an idiot.
"Is this what you wanted to show me?"
The Chikorita nodded again, even more slowly this time.
"Are there any berries on it?"
Fern rolled her eyes again but didn't say anything. Luna got her drift, though.
She reached cautiously into the bush, half expecting a wild Pokemon to leap out and bite her hand off at any moment, courtesy of Fern. Instead, after a while, nothing happened, and she was left with an empty bush, an impatient Fern, and three round, speckled blue berries. "Hmm, Oran Berries."
"Chikaaaaaaaa," Fern drawled impatiently.
"Okay, okay, I'm coming." Luna got to her feet and cautiously followed Fern back out through the maze of grass until they were back where they had left the path: next to the short, battered, almost camoflauged sign reading "Island Path 1."
Fern glared at her trainer as if to say, See, I didn't lead you into a pit of Sevipers after all, you big dumb human.
Luna ignored her. "Okay, let's keep going."
"Chiko - riiiiita." Translation: "Um ... duh?"
Luna ignored her. Again.
And so the first day went by.
---
When Luna woke the next morning on Island Path 1, Fern was already awake and had helped herself to a bag of peanuts from Luna's backpack. She glared at her trainer, daring her to say something.
"It's okay," Luna told her cheerfully, knowing that it would drive her crazy. "I don't like peanuts anyway. They get stuck in my braces."
Fern scowled, swallowed the last few bites, and kicked the plastic bag away. Luna watched the wind catch the slip of plastic and carry it high into the branches of a lone oak tree, which they had rested under for the night. Their first day had pretty much been spent running around looking for wild Pokemon to battle and/or catch, of which there had been absolutely none.
Luna watched Fern scuffle around in the dirt as she packed up her bedroll and brushed twigs and dust off her clothes. Maybe there are no more wild Pokemon because the other trainers got them all. It was a depressing thought.
At that moment, almost on cue, there was a pained screech from above them. Luna scrambled back automatically as something tumbled down from the branches of the oak tree. "Fern, get back!"
Fern, fearless and rebellious as usual, ignored her and instead rammed into the thing with a full-blown Tackle. They smashed into the trunk of the tree with a bone-jarring crash. As the triumphant Chikorita leapt back, Luna saw, for the first time, what had tumbled into their camp. It was a tiny, dazed Hoothoot, wings tangled hopelessly in the plastic bag Fern had carelessly tossed up and watched float away.
Her spirits soared for a moment, and she hastily grabbed an empty Pokeball and tossed it clumsily. It sailed off to the right, missing the Pokemon by a full three feet.
"Chikkkkkkka," Fern sighed, which Luna guessed meant, "My trainer is a moron."
She grabbed for another Pokeball and paused for a moment to aim before throwing it with all her might, straight at the trapped Pokemon. Luna gnawed nervously on her lip as the ball opened, sucking the Pokemon in with a flash of red light, and fell onto the ground. It wobbled for a moment, teetering dangerously as if about to fall.
Wobble.
Wobble.
Wobble...
"Fern! Wai -- AUGH!"
The toe of her sneaker had snagged a root and she slammed, facefirst, into the ground. As Luna sat up painfully and wiped mud from her glasses she could have sworn she heard Fern snickering at her. Wonderful ... of all the starters, I get the Pokemon brat. What to do ...?
"Fern, if you don't come back here right now, you're going to be sitting in your Pokeball until the end of time!"
There was an angry silence before Fern reemerged from the grass, nose as high in the air as she could possibly get it. Luna stood up and tried to look commanding as she towered menacingly over the Chikorita.
"If you want this little relationship to work out, we're both going to have to cooperate. And right now, you're putting in zero effort. So slow down and try to actually warn me before you run off, okay?" Inside, she smacked herself mentally. Great, now I'm sounding like my aunt.
Fern rolled her huge eyes - was that even possible, for a Pokemon to roll its eyes? - and trotted back off into the grass at a much more reasonable pace. Luna followed her closely until they came to a bare patch in the grass where an odd little bush squatted all by itself, looking very out of place in the sea of wheat-grass-stuff.
"A Berry bush?"
Fern nodded with exaggurated slowness, as if she were talking to an idiot.
"Is this what you wanted to show me?"
The Chikorita nodded again, even more slowly this time.
"Are there any berries on it?"
Fern rolled her eyes again but didn't say anything. Luna got her drift, though.
She reached cautiously into the bush, half expecting a wild Pokemon to leap out and bite her hand off at any moment, courtesy of Fern. Instead, after a while, nothing happened, and she was left with an empty bush, an impatient Fern, and three round, speckled blue berries. "Hmm, Oran Berries."
"Chikaaaaaaaa," Fern drawled impatiently.
"Okay, okay, I'm coming." Luna got to her feet and cautiously followed Fern back out through the maze of grass until they were back where they had left the path: next to the short, battered, almost camoflauged sign reading "Island Path 1."
Fern glared at her trainer as if to say, See, I didn't lead you into a pit of Sevipers after all, you big dumb human.
Luna ignored her. "Okay, let's keep going."
"Chiko - riiiiita." Translation: "Um ... duh?"
Luna ignored her. Again.
And so the first day went by.
---
When Luna woke the next morning on Island Path 1, Fern was already awake and had helped herself to a bag of peanuts from Luna's backpack. She glared at her trainer, daring her to say something.
"It's okay," Luna told her cheerfully, knowing that it would drive her crazy. "I don't like peanuts anyway. They get stuck in my braces."
Fern scowled, swallowed the last few bites, and kicked the plastic bag away. Luna watched the wind catch the slip of plastic and carry it high into the branches of a lone oak tree, which they had rested under for the night. Their first day had pretty much been spent running around looking for wild Pokemon to battle and/or catch, of which there had been absolutely none.
Luna watched Fern scuffle around in the dirt as she packed up her bedroll and brushed twigs and dust off her clothes. Maybe there are no more wild Pokemon because the other trainers got them all. It was a depressing thought.
At that moment, almost on cue, there was a pained screech from above them. Luna scrambled back automatically as something tumbled down from the branches of the oak tree. "Fern, get back!"
Fern, fearless and rebellious as usual, ignored her and instead rammed into the thing with a full-blown Tackle. They smashed into the trunk of the tree with a bone-jarring crash. As the triumphant Chikorita leapt back, Luna saw, for the first time, what had tumbled into their camp. It was a tiny, dazed Hoothoot, wings tangled hopelessly in the plastic bag Fern had carelessly tossed up and watched float away.
Her spirits soared for a moment, and she hastily grabbed an empty Pokeball and tossed it clumsily. It sailed off to the right, missing the Pokemon by a full three feet.
"Chikkkkkkka," Fern sighed, which Luna guessed meant, "My trainer is a moron."
She grabbed for another Pokeball and paused for a moment to aim before throwing it with all her might, straight at the trapped Pokemon. Luna gnawed nervously on her lip as the ball opened, sucking the Pokemon in with a flash of red light, and fell onto the ground. It wobbled for a moment, teetering dangerously as if about to fall.
Wobble.
Wobble.
Wobble...
