Ziggy reared her little self up to her hind feet and dropped her forefeet down with a bitty little stomping motion. She did it again and again, The ground underfoot shook a little, and a faint rumbling rose from it. It tickled the bottoms of Mackie's feet, and would make it a little hard to balance on one foot, but that was about it. "And that's your Earthquake, little Ziggy. Good one!" Mackie looked down with a stifled laugh, and she looked up at him with a proud squint. Two new moves, and TM didn't seem to live up to the power advertised on its case, but then again, Ziggy didn't look like much herself, size-wise. "You'll grow into it," he told her. She would, he was sure. He wasn't sure when, but... she had to. She was a ground type too! The Icy Wind, as least, she had down. It seemed like she had more practice with ice moves, since she'd known Powder Snow anyway. He nodded to himself. Practice for Earthquake, and she'd have people shaking in their boots for real!
True to her vivacious personality, Ziggy was raring to go, unlike Bonnie, who'd practiced her new Twister move until she hadn't even had the energy to sit on Mackie's hat. For once, she was in her pokeball instead of taking a ride. Luster was out... somewhere, zipping among the trees that edged the downward-sloping path towards Solaceon and home. Mackie could barely wait, and that anticipation seemed to be catching to the pokemon out with him now. Ziggy could barely move at a walking speed, going from darting and dashing to standing still and trying to show off Earthquake again (she wasn't doing much with it, but she clearly liked the move anyway). Luster did swerving fly-bys to check in on him, or something, and Turvy was jogging. Backwards, forward, diagonally, huffing and puffing in his very own self-imposed fighting-type routine.
No, wait he wasn't jogging now. "Show off!" Mackie clapped for him, as he sauntered down the path... on his hands. It seemed like upside-down motions were a part of his regimen now, ever since that contest in Celestic. And he never tripped when he walked like that, either.
"Ty!!!" Turvy replied smugly.
"Nub!" Ziggy announced, and dashed towards him, like she was about to ram his hands. Turvy bent his arms at the elbows and "jumped", or something, he pushed off from the ground with his hands right as she got close, and when she shot under him, he landed on her, hands gripping her wiry fur and he was balanced on her back. "Swii!" Ziggy squawked in surprise, and her legs splayed to the side as she was flattened to her belly. She snorted in indignation and got her feet under her, with some effort, and then moved on. Only walking speed now, as Turvy was still perched on her back on his hands, eyes gleaming with amusement, legs straight up in the air, his balance unperturbed by Ziggy's motion.
"Nah, that is showing off," Mackie corrected himself.
*
"Nuz. Nuz. Nuz!!" The angry pokemon made its hands into fists. Its companion did likewise and Mackie looked down at Ziggy with a sigh.
"Guess I shoulda put a lid on that Earthquaking, huh?" he said, and she had the grace to look a little sheepish. He should've got her to quite it before, when her impromptu practice of the new move had sent a Ledian buzzing up out of a stand of berry bushes to hide in a tree. This time she'd disturbed a couple of Nuzleaf, but these two were looking to have it out, rather than hide.
"Swii," Ziggy said in a little voice, but then she moved forward deliberately and faced off against the two hostile pokemon. Turvy bounded to her side, which made Mackie grin. He'd have to include that when he wrote to Danny—Ziggy got along with everyone here, but she had a best friend on the team, too.
Luster zoomed back towards him, but he held up a hand and she paused in a hover just beside him. "Naw, just wait a bit. They can use the practice anyhow. You can go in and save their behinds if they need it though," he assured her, and she bobbed in agreement.
"Nuzzzleaf," the second Nuzleaf growled, while Mackie dug out his pokedex, one eye on the soon-to-start battle.
"Show 'em, guys," Mackie said to Ziggy and Turvy, just as the first Nuzleaf leaned forward and spat out a couple of seed. "Dodge 'em! Ziggy, and Icy Wind!!" To Turvy he added, "Fake Out!"
Turvy dashed forward, started to trip, then rolled into a handspring and landed in front of the second Nuzleaf, clapping his hands together with a shard smack right in front of its eyes. It flinched back. Ziggy bounded to the side, but didn't escape the exploding Seed Bomb that the Nuzleaf's Nature Power had let it use. She was thrown a few feet, but scrambled right up and jumped forward, landing with forward thrust of her little snout that didn't even hint at the frigid gust of air that swirled around her and then washed over the two Nuzleaf at once.
"Yes!" Mackie said. She'd only barely even learned it. She definitely was good with ice! Both Nuzleaf shuddered, while Turvy bounded backwards. "Helping hand, buddy. Make her stronger!" he directed the little fighter, and Turvy ran to Ziggy's side, dropping to a crouch, ready to follow her motions and support her.
"Zzzzleaf!!" the first Nuzleaf shouted, and braced itself. The leaf on its head seemed to grow, and double, and it whipped it's head forward as a rapid-shot of them hit Turvy. He bore the blow without moving. The second Nuzleaf didn't shift a bit either. It was unmoving, and its eyes closed. It took a breath. Wait—Mackie knew that one. Growth, like at the grass gym with Roseanna's pokemon. He didn't dare let that go on for two long.
"Both 'a you, get that one! Ziggy, Tackle!" No time to risk aiming for two. And Turvy would make it stronger. They ran together for the second Nuzleaf, and Ziggy bounded ahead, just in time for Turvy to brace himself and give her a massive extra shove. She hit the Nuzleaf like a furry cannonball. It was flattened to its back, and Ziggy landed on the far side. Helping Hand was too unwieldy now, with the Nuzleaf between them, and it was already getting up.
The first one launched another Nature Power Seed Bomb, and Turvy didn't dodge it, but ran into it, bouncing the seed off his head and away from him. "Tackle that one, Turvy! Keep on it! Ziggy, Powder Snow!"
Turvy's Tackle didn't land, and Mackie was taken aback, because it looked like a stupid miss, but then he realized the Nuzleaf had taken the obvious dodge, and now both of them were close together again. "Ziggy! Forget it! Icy Wind," he said quickly. They really did work well together, didn't they?
"Swi swi swiiinub!!" Ziggy chortled happily, and did her jump-forward start of Icy Wind, and Mackie scrambled back, not eager to get caught in even the edge of that chilling blast. The frozen air struck both Nuzleaf again, and the second one gave up, raising both hands and sitting down in exhaustion. Mackie could sympathize there. He love Ziggy to little bits already but he didn't like the cold.
The first Nuzleaf gave its companion a poke in the side, but got no response. It glowered at Turvy, who struck an exaggerated attack pose and ran for it again, another Tackle, keeping with Mackie's standing order. "Tackle, Ziggy!" Mackie told her, and they both struck the Nuzleaf, almost at the same time. It got off a Harden before they hit, but it wasn't enough. Icy Wind really did a number on grass-types, Mackie thought.
It sprawled back and only rose to a tired crouch, clearly not interested in pursuing this further. "Zzzzleaf," it spat, annoyed, and Ziggy turned in a circle, back to looking sheepish.
"Swiiii," she said, and it almost sounded like she was maybe saying a bit of a sorry to the Nuzleaf that she'd bothered with her little Earthquake.
"Nuzleaf," it responded curtly. It waited for the other one to pull itself to its feet, and then together they vanished into the undergrowth again.
"Good job," Mackie told them both, not too rah-rah as he might otherwise have been, since those Nuzleaf had been all bothered about it, and he felt kinda bad, but still, they really had done great.
"Yaaaanma!" Luster seemed to agree, and flew forward to loop around Turvy and Ziggy. It was kinda parental, and Mackie laughed at that. Luster was more seasoned in battle though, that was true. But she certainly wasn't more "grown-up"!
"Don't be getting any airs, miss no-manners," Mackie told her, and she blew a buzzing raspberry at him as they headed on.
*
"Annie?" This time Mackie was the first to call out her name. This Cafe place was new, it even still smelled new, but it was real nice. He wasn't much for cafe stuff, really, but there were some good-looking cakes in there, that was true, and of course there was Annie, all pretty in a skirt and whatnot.
She turned and saw him, the tray in her hands loaded down with empty coffee cups. He moved over to try and help, but she turned and raised one shoulder in refusal. "Get away, you, this is my job, here," she protested, and he stood back. It was empty right about, but a buncha folks must've just left, with all that crockery she'd had on her tray.
He went to the counter while she clinked and clanked, putting stuff wherever it belonged, and stared at the menu panel. "Annie, there ain't no way there's that many kinds of coffee."
"Of course there are," she protested. "you didn't even look at the teas, didja?"
"Teas I get, there's all kinds of herbs, but coffee's a bean!"
"Depends where it grows, and it has different kinds too, dummy," she said. "There's even one kind that's collected after it gets eaten by a rare kinda Linoone, over in Hoenn."
"Huh?" After it was eaten? Then how... Oh. "Annie, I hate you." She guffawed at him, and he gave her a glower.
"Don't you worry your messy little head about it, Mackie. We don't have that stuff here, it's super expensive."
"What?! Why?!" Why would anyone pay any money at all for that?
"Well, it's kinda hard to collect," she said, and giggled at his grossed-out look.
"Well, good," he grunted.
"So, what can I get ya?" She gave him a smile.
After she served him a hot chocolate with marshmallows, and a pecha cheesecake slice, a few more people came in and he nibbled on his cake slowly, wondering if he should maybe get a muffin when he left to share with everyone else. Bonnie was out now, but up on the roof, the rest were safely in their balls in his bag.
He was startled out of his thoughts when Annie sat down across from him with a thump. "Hey there Mackie-boy! Mind if I keep you company?" He looked around and spotted Rick, Annie's cousin, tying on an apron. "He just finished his break," she explained, "my turn now."
"I guess you're not so bad to have around," he shrugged, like he didn't care. "Too bad there ain't any pretty girls or nothin', though."
She reached over and pinched his arm, and he took a sip of his hot chocolate and tried not to laugh at her indignation. He remembered when they were both little and she'd been the tomboyest girl around, swearing she'd never wear dresses, nohow at all, and had worn overalls just like him. She hadn't really changed too much, but she'd changed her stance on the dresses and skirts and things, and prettied right up when she felt like it.
Then sometimes she still wore overalls. That's why he liked her.
She fetched herself a snack as well and she asked after his pokemon and his trip—Annie's dad had three Staraptor that did a lot of hauling, of people and cargo both. They hadn't walked back here.
"And I bet this is somethin' you'd like," Annie said, as Mackie was fishing for his last marshmallow with his spoon. "There's a professor down just before town, he's come by a few times, he's pretty nice... kinda funny, but nice. He's studyin' how pokemon make babies," she rolled her eyes, "or something like that."
Mackie blinked in surprise. Eggs? That was... weird. It was true that pokemon were always caught wild... and no one had ever seen them breed, not in the normal way like people did, anyway, he thought, hoping he wasn't blushing at the idea. A'course, Annie's family sometimes found baby Miltank in their herd, little wee ones... but they appeared sometimes, and it just seemed like they probably did... whatever they did... off in secret.
Eggs, though? All pokemon? Starly and Staravia and Staraptor, and the other flyers, sure. Pidgey and Spearow and everything. But... all of them?
"That is weird," he agreed with her. "Why should I wanna see him?"
"Last time he said he had proof," she shrugged. "I don't train 'em so it's not a big deal for me either way, and our herd always has babies from wherever them babies come from. Don't matter to us if it's eggs or what. But maybe for trainers, it's something."
"Yeah, I guess," Mackie nodded. The Professor Rowan would probably wanna know about it, for sure. "Thanks," he told her.
"Good luck," she said, gathering up their plates. "If you get a magical egg or somethin', lemme know, 'kay?"
"Sure," he laughed, and got ready to head on. "I'll be round home a day or two, see you sometime, huh?"
"'Course," she waved, and he headed on again, waving at Bonnie to come down as he exited the Cafe Cabin.
"C'mon pretty girl," he smiled up at her, and she drew a lazy circle in the air overhead before banking to face back in the direction they had to go. Some ways off from the cabin he let Ziggy out again, and Stel too, who clambered up to ride on his backpack.
*
"Oh, a trainer, I see, definitely, yes, yes, you'll do, you'll do most excellently!" the man looked elated, and Mackie was taken aback by the intensity of it.
"Uh, do for what, sir?" he asked. This man kinda reminded him of Rowan, except way more... nuts. He had the way of someone who liked to study stuff, but maybe just a bit to much, and he'd gone a bit crazy with it.
"No one believes me, you see, they don't. But here is proof, after all," the egg-professor said, raising one finger sagely. "Come around over here, yes, the incubator is around the side.
Mackie followed the man to a setup that looked kinda like a hutch, only made of metal instead of wood. There were glass panels on the top and the inside looked filled up with soft blankets, all wrapped around... something. Mackie couldn't see. The man reached out to lift the lid, and Mackie felt a wash of warmed air.
"Not too warm, just enough, mm-hmm," the man seemed to be talking to himself now, he was leaning inside and checking this and that inside the incubator-thing. "Now young man, as you are a trainer, a League trainer, no less, and carry authentic badges, I have a task for you, but it is a secret, do you understand?"
Huh? "Uh... yes?" Mackie said. Then he corrected himself. "Yes," he said, firmly this time. Whatever was in there was starting to make him real curious. "Yessir, I can keep a good secret. And if it's about pokemon, you got a trainer you can depend on."
"Very good, very good, yes, hmm," the strange fellow said, and Mackie felt Bonnie settle on his hat as he watched the man delve into the wrapped blankets. "This, then, is for you."
He pulled out an egg, and held it out towards Mackie, who took it carefully.
And this wasn't a Starly or Staravia or Staraptor egg, he knew that much. Didn't looking nothing like it. It was warm in his hands, and he took a little breath when something seemed like it moved inside. He looked up at the man in surprise. The man smiled, and nodded, looking satisfied. "I have a feeling it is in good hands. Take care of it, sonny. I need you to carry that egg all the way to Pastoria, you see. I can't leave here, not with these eggs, they need care and attention. You can do it, you'll be safe on the route!"
"Er, well, yes sir," Mackie nodded. He cradled the egg carefully in one arm and took off his backpack. Stel climbed down, and stood up to peek over Mackie's arm when he knelt down to reorganize.
"Gli..." he said, touching the egg delicately with one claw.
"Gentle, gentle," Mackie said absently, repeating the words Aunt Laura had used the first time Mackie had held Philip's little boy. He wasn't concerned though, and, indeed, Stel's touch was light and careful.
Mackie dumped out his city bag and repacked it with one of his towels, arranging it so he could sling the bag sideways while still wearing his backpack. He nestled the egg in the towel, and discovered that he could still fit the occupied pokeballs and apri-balls on either side, making it snug, and stopping it from jostling. He wouldn't be able to go shoving his hand in there like normal, but that was okay, he thought.
"Thank you, sonny," the man said, as Mackie stood up, and Mackie shook his head.
"Nah, sir. Thank you for letting me carry it! It's a real special thing, I just know it."
"Perhaps, perhaps," the man said, but the elation in his face belied the restrained words. "Now," he fished an envelope from his pocket, "here is a card with the address in Pastoria, and a letter for the scientist there."
Mackie took it and tucked it into the egg's bag. It might get kinda rumpled in there, wouldn't stay flat, but safer to keep it right there with the egg. He didn't want it to get folded up in his overalls and go through the laundry!
"Got it, sir. Oh and sir," he added, before he turned to keep going towards town and home. "Welcome to Solaceon," he grinned. The man wasn't in the town proper, but neither was Mackie's family, or Annie's either—so what? "I know I'm on my trainer journey but this here's my hometown. Call up the Keeler farm if you ever need somethin', my cousin Caden's real good for fixin' things that break."
The man looked surprised, but he nodded, and Mackie did too, satisfied. "Don't be a stranger!" he said in parting. After all, someday Mackie'd be home once again, and it was good to know your neighbors.
*
(OOC: I realized after I wrote this that you said Annie was vague about the egg-prof's actual purpose, but then I thought, well, maybe they have something like Irish coffee there and he got a little drunk and talked about it to her, and she still thinks it's loony, but directs trainers there anyway, but explained more about it to Mackie because she knows him. ./overly-justified backstory... lol
Also, Mackie did meet the whistle-guy with the ranch for storing pokemon... he just did it offscreen. If that's okay! I wanted my second post out, but I don't think I'll have the time to get a third!)