Oreburgh would never be one of Mackie's favourite towns, he knew that, but at least it was the terrain, rather than the people. He'd rather be in a place he didn't like with decent folks than in the most beautiful place with jerks.
Besides, he allowed, it wasn't really so bad, after. It was definitely no cave, that was for sure, and the way the houses matched the local stone was kind of neat. The dark colours made the sky seem brighter, and made people and pokemon stand out against the stone and brick. There was an old man out walking this morning with a Bonsly by his side, its green "leaves" bright and shiny. Mackie smiled at the sight—even the plants around here were made of rock.
He still wouldn't ever want to live here... but it was nice to visit.
Made a guy appreciate home, he thought, feeling a pangs for the green-and-gold fields and the orchards and colour-flecked meadows.
For now though, after going through that cave, Mackie just wanted to appreciate the Pokemon Center, and it was a relief when it came in sight. It was still only the morning, but he felt like he'd been moving for a day. The red roof ahead made him walk a little faster, able to ignore the throbbing cuts in his leg. They weren't enough to make him limp, at least, not if he concentrated, but he wasn't about to start sprinting. It wouldn't do to get in with blood all over his leg.
Bonnie was gliding just above and ahead, apparently unwilling to land on his head or backpack just now. "Lead the way, pretty girl," he said to her, and kept up his uncomfortable fast walk all the way to the Center.
It was, of course, a whole production to convince Bonnie to go back into her pokeball so Nurse Joy could rejuvenate her and Luster, along with that wretched Diglett (Mackie felt a stab of guilt for disliking it, but he couldn't help it), but once Bonnie finally acquiesced, Mackie trudged to the room he'd been assigned, and dumped his bag.
He took a shower for good measure, might as well clean the rest of himself if he needed to wash his leg, and then took the time to tape and bandage the cut, and prepare extra gauze pads to switch out along the way... though maybe it would be best to rest here for a day or two, just in case. He grimaced at that thought while he anchored the end of the bandage with a safety pin. He'd been moving every day so far. He didn't want to stay put, even for just a bit. But if it got infected, he didn't want to be out on a route all alone.
"Well, that's lookin' better," he eyed his handiwork. First aid wasn't new to him, nor anyone who ever worked on a farm, and the tape wasn't doctors' stitches, but the bandage work was nearly as good. "Now for eating..."
He pulled on a clean pair of overalls and a t-shirt, jammed his hat back on his head, and went back to the lobby. "Ma'am—uh, miss," he corrected. This Joy looked younger than he was. She giggled at him, and he ducked his head, hoping he wasn't blushing. The Joys were darn cute, specially the young ones. "My pokemon doin' okay?"
"Of course sir," she nodded smartly. She was young but confidant. That was good, though, because he wouldn't feel so great about giving his pokemon over to a nervous person. "They're resting comfortably now. I can go get them for you if you're ready to take them back."
He nodded, and she handed him a pen to sign his name again, while she brought them out. He took back the three balls, slipping two into his city bag, and handling the last one uncertainly before stashing it there as well. He left with a wave, setting out to find a snack, explore the town, and try and gird himself for what he knew this stop was really about.
The Gym Leader.
The pain in his leg was virtually forgotten as he thought about that. Rock and steel was what he'd be up against here, and though the Diglett's ground type would do wonders for that kind of battle, he had no plans to bring the Diglett out in battle. It had woken up on the walk from the tunnel to the city, and the pokeball had jittered and bounced until it had appeared again, spitting angrily, and glaring like it wanted to attack him again. Bonnie had flown at it, landing in front of it and staring it down, and its irate expression had been cowed. Mackie had recalled it, then, and it hadn't tried to get loose since. Maybe he should've left it back there, he thought again, as he had many times along the way to town. But after he'd left the tunnel, it was too late to contemplate.
It was his decision, and now it was his responsibility. He wasn't going to dump it in the outside, nor force it to battle, either. Surely Byron would know how to deal with it.
And hopefully Mackie would be able to deal with Byron... Bonnie's singing would sure be one key. Pecking wouldn't do much at all, but Astonish may be useful...
Lost in thought about battle tactics, Mackie walked half-aimlessly through the streets, running down ideas as he moved through the city. He found himself near the museum, he realized eventually, he'd seen a poster and flyers for it at the Pokemon Center. "More rocks," Mackie wrinkled his nose. "Just what I need."
On the other hand, there might be postcards, and Caden loved fossils, so if Mackie could send his cousin something nice, it would be worth it. And if he was visiting, he might as well learn about the mine. Better this way than by going into it!
The entrance fee wasn't too much, and soon Mackie was peering down at glassed-in displays of rocks. The coal was boring as, well, rocks—black stone, big deal—but there were some really neat-looking things too, big hunks of crystal in different colours, or pieces of plain old grey or brown stone with metallic veins in them. There was even a wall chart about soil acidity and alkalinity that Mackie nodded approvingly at—that stuff, at least, he knew about himself. Couldn't grow plants in the wrong kind of ground.
Just like you couldn't fight pokemon types with the wrong kind of pokemon, he thought, and grimaced. This place was interesting, but he could barely pay attention, his mind was too occupied with what was coming up.
"Hey there!" he heard a voice. "You're not from around here. Would you be a trainer, now, sonny?"
Mackie turned to see a man a little farther down, closer to the back. "Uh, yessir I am," he nodded. "Can't deny I'm still new, but I'm a League-registered trainer for sure." He resisted the urge to show off his trainer card. He couldn't resist the urge to show off at least one of his pokemon though. He reached into his bag without looking, grabbing Luster's apri-ball since it was easiest to tell apart by touch alone. He took it out, showing the man the red-stripe-painted ball.
"Oh my, my," the man nodded. "I see you're still using the old tools."
"Well, them and the new ones too. But these look the best to me," he said, looking down at his paint job on the apricorn hull.
"And what manner of creature have you got in there?" the man inquired. "You see, I'm a collector of items, myself, not of pokemon, but I've found myself with a surplus of some of the more useful ones. They don't suit all kinds, though," he added, a little regretfully.
Mackie opened the apri-ball, red light coalescing into Luster's four-winged shape. Fortunately for him, Mackie belatedly realized, she didn't go swerving off into a madly buzzing exploration of the room. Rather, she hovered by Mackie, perhaps realizing that inside small rooms (in comparison to outdoors, even a museum hall was small), she should stay still. She did, of course, buzz-raspberry him, but he just grinned back. "Manners," he reminded her. He smiled at the man. "This is Luster. She's a Yanma."
"Oh, but indeed she is!" the man exclaimed. "What a lovely Yanma she is, too," he leaned close, and Luster dipped a little, looking almost shy. Mackie chuckled—it figured she was polite to people who weren't him. "And I think you, dearie, may find a better use for this than I do," the man said to her. He glanced over at Mackie, and fished something out of his back. On a white ribbon dangled a small vial, which he held out for Mackie to take. Mackie inspected the little tube. It was filled with iridescent silvery dust of some kind. It reminded him of Luster's Silver Wind move, in fact. "That, sonny, is Silver Powder. Bugs quite like the stuff."
Indeed, Luster seemed enchanted by the little vial, trying to butt in nearer and get a closer look. Mackie held it up for her, and she wiggled happily.
"Let her hold on to that, and she'll be a better bug, or so I'm told," the man said.
Mackie found a way to fasten the ribbon around her neck so it held the Silver Powder vial snug against her. And Luster seemed thrilled to have it. "Yan, yan, yanma!!" she exclaimed.
"I know, I know!" Mackie laughed. "But you gotta go back in a bit more, 'kay, girl?" he asked. "When I'm outside again you can go for a good loop-de-loop around, and show me how much you like it."
"Yaaanma," she replied, flying in a tight, giddy circle around him, then she paused in a hover, and he recalled her again.
"Thank you, sir!" Mackie told the old man, who waved him off.
"Oh, think nothing of it, sonny," he smiled. "I like seeing the young folks with their big plans. The new League starts here, after all. Gotta see 'em off as best we can."
**
Mackie hadn't expected the Gym Leader to look so young.
Following on that, he hadn't expected someone so young to be so relentless. But that was, perhaps, a good description of rock and steel as any. Byron was standing back now, watching Mackie without a trace of mockery, for which Mackie was grateful, since that little Mawile, deceptively cute and then suddenly frightening, had dealt a Bite that against Bonnie had landed as hard as possible. Potions were allowed in trainer battles, which was something Mackie was unashamed of taking advantage of.
"Flyers aren't known for their strength against steel," Byron remarked calmly. He didn't sound like he was rubbing it in, or anything, more like he was cautioning Mackie. It still made Mackie a bit mad, though, as Bonnie drank down her potion. He knew for certain now, just how resilient steel was. Bonnie's Peck had barely been acknowledged.
"I like 'em," Mackie bit off, aware he was being impolite, but too agitated by the fact that this was a Leader battle to pay proper respect to a Gym Leader just yet. "I like flyers. and I raise what I like."
"Fair enough," Byron nodded. "Stand by your convictions, then. But I don't go easy on anyone."
"Wouldn't be worth beating if you did," Mackie retorted, and Byron narrowed his eyes at that, then smiled a bit. Mackie touched Bonnie on the head for luck once more, and then, "Go, Bonnie! Watch those ugly teeth! Don't get bit! Featherdance!" he hollered, and Bonnie leaped into the air, circling the diminutive Mawile, and Mackie watched it too, watched those giant jaws. Something so small was so tough—amazing.
Bonnie darted down at it, then smacked her wings together before darting away, and a cloud of feathers obscured the Mawile for a moment."Maw!!" it cried, and at Byron's command it tried again to land a Bite. It missed the first one, and Bonnie snuck in a Growl before she was unable to dodge again. This time those great jaws connected, but merely seemed to nip her, the tough little Mawile's impact vastly less than before.
"Blu!" she cried, sounding satisfied at that.
She'd done the hard part, she taken the hits to weaken it. Now... "Bonnie, c'mon back a bit!" he called, and pulled her back into her ball. "G'wan, Luster!"
Luster zipped away almost instantly, making a circuit around the arena before Mackie had time to even issue a command. "Quick attack! Show that Mawile what you're made of!" He knew it would do little good versus the steel type, but Luster got pumped up from the show of her own speed.
She dive-bombed the Mawile, slamming into it and knocking it down before zipping upward again. "Don't take that! Fake Tears!" Byron ordered his pokemon. The Mawile sat up and raised its little hands to its face, letting out a pathetic bawl as Mackie watched, and he narrowed his eyes.
"No mercy!" Mackie cried as Luster sketched a hesitant circle before homing in again on the Mawile. "Show off that bug power! Silver Wind!" Luster bobbed in the air, and Mackie repeated himself. "Silver Wind!! It's faking, Luster! Don't be fooled!"
Bug was no better than flying or plain old normal, not here. But Luster's Silver Wind was a special attack, not a smack or a tackle or any other physical one. Steel defense was mostly that, wasn't it?
"Yanmaaaaa!" Luster buzzed at last, and whipped around the Mawile, wings gleaming first, then glowing, and then Luster banked and twisted, and a rain of silvery light washed over the Mawile, the impact driving back across the arena floor. The glow didn't fade immediately. This attack had made Luster stronger, as it sometimes did.
"Bite when it comes back!" Byron ordered, and the Mawile obeyed smartly, hopping up and somersaulting midair to clamp those giant jaws around Luster's tail. Luster took the bite more harshly than Bonnie had--even after all of Bonnie's efforts to reduce its attack power, Luster's defense didn't match Bonnies--but not badly enough to fall. She buzzed furiously and shook the Mawile off.
"Don't stop!" Mackie told her, and the glow returned, and Luster whipped that Silver Wind against the Mawile yet again. It sprawled back, and then vanished in a red glow. Mackie looked at Byron, who was giving him a considering look.
Mackie stood up straight and lifted his chin in defiance. Byron nodded in acknowledgement, then tossed out his other ball.
"Shieldon! Attack!"
The little shield-headed pokemon appeared with its four feet braced on the floor like it was immovable.
If he pulled Luster out now, she'd lose her momentum and the increased energy from her Silver Wind. He'd have to let her do her damage now, he knew, or there'd be no way to do enough in time to beat that Shieldon. "Keep it up! But stay far as you can!" he told her, and there was another glowing flash. The Shieldon, braced as it was, seemed to weather that better than its teammate had, and didn't move under the impact, though Mackie could tell it had done some damage. Not much. But some.
And it was surely slow, Mackie thought. Luster could dodge that, no problem.
"Mud in its eyes!" Byron called out, and the Shieldon tried to Mud Slap Luster, Mackie stared across the arena incredulously after Luster rose out of the way of the mud. Byron, suddenly red-faced, didn't meet his eyes. Maybe he was a little flustered from his Mawile losing, Mackie thought. Well, good! "Headbutt!" Byron's next order came, and Mackie watched Luster.
"Keep away!" he reminded her, "But use your Silver Wind as soon as you can!"
The next few scuffles were Luster barraging the Shieldon while she dodged its Headbutts with little effort. Her speed and agility were exceptional, Mackie thought, and cheered her on whenever her attacks landed.
It didn't last long enough. The Shieldon charged yet again, finally picking the right moment, and its sturdy face-shield struck Luster head-on as she arrowed downward. She was sent flying back, head over tail-tip, until she actually landed on the floor, flinching from the impact. She wasn't done, not quite—the Silver Wind had toughened her temporarily, just enough to keep standing after that hit, but Mackie called her back.
"Luster, you're brilliant!" he told her as he recalled her. "Bonnie, put that thing to sleep!" he added, as he sent Bonnie into the fray once again.
"Swa!!" She called, a harsh warning to the Shieldon, and surged forward, eager to be back in the ring. She sang out, but nothing happened, and she was caught sideways by plain old no-frills Tackle before she could pull up to try again.
"Metal Claw!" Byron called out, but the Shieldon didn't get the chance. Bonnie dropped down near its head, and sang, this time so softly that Mackie could barely hear the notes, and the Shieldon's head nodded down, and down, and then it slumped down, fully relaxed and fully asleep. Mackie took a moment to breath, and Bonnie circled over the arena as he did.
"No! Shieldon! Wake up!" Byron shouted, and he repeated himself, but the Shieldon was deaf to his calls.
"Bonnie! Peck! Fast as you can!" Mackie told her. If Luster had done enough, maybe Bonnie could do the rest. And so she pecked away, and Shieldon lay, oblivious, lost in its doze, its diminutive, yet literally rock-hard body twitching but not waking with each small hit.
Until it woke up. "Dodge!!" Mackie yelled in a panic as the Shieldon swung its head around to tackle Bonnie where she hovered close by, and Bonnie did, narrowly.
"Headbutt!" Byron commanded, and Mackie yelled, "Astonish!"
Bonnie was first. She flew in and screeched, flinging out her wings in a sudden movement, and the Shieldon stopped in its tracks, transfixed. Then it stumbled, swayed, and then red light surrounded it, and it was gone.
Mackie stared for a second, not sure if he believed it, before looking again at Byron, who was regarding him thoughtfully. Bit too thoughtfully, for someone practically the same age as him, Mackie thought a little sourly, but then if you were a gym leader, Mackie guessed, you were supposed to be more grown-up than a regular person at that age.
"Swaaaa..." Bonnie murmured, and turned on a wing to fly back to Mackie who held out his arms to catch her.
"So, you won," Byron finally said.
Mackie took a breath and stroked Bonnie's headfeathers. He looked down at her. "Hear that?" he asked her. "Flyers ain't so bad."
"Blu," she said softly, and nibbled at his overall strap in an affectionate grooming gesture.
"Good fight," Byron added, crossing the arena to extend his hand, and Mackie shook it. "Definitely a good fight."
"Definitely," Mackie echoed, and tried not to wince. Brock's grip was amazingly strong. That figured.
"Well, as the Oreburgh Gym Leader," Brock went on, "it is my honour to award you the—"
"Oh, wait a sec," Mackie said suddenly. When he'd stepped into the gym, his adrenaline had kicked in and he'd totally forgotten until now.
Byron looked taken aback at the interruption, but since he'd already done the interrupting, Mackie just forged ahead. "Sorry, uh, sorry, it's just that I have this pokemon," he dug into his back and pulled out the Diglett's ball. "This is, uh, this is a Diglett, it's from the cave route on the way over, y'know?"
"You have a Diglett and you didn't use it?" Byron asked, looking slightly incredulous. Mackie grimaced.
"Yeah, no, well, see, this one, it uh. It got me good in the tunnel, see," he took a step back and pulled up his overall leg enough to show some of the bandaging, and Byron's expression changed to one of comprehension as Mackie went on. "Bonnie fought it, beat it good, too, and I didn't want it for myself, no way, no thanks, not at all, but I couldn't just leave it in there. I wasn't even down a side-tunnel when it got me, it was right on the main path. Coulda come after a kid or something."
"I think I get it," Byron said, and held out a hand. "I can take care of it."
"Oh, thank you," Mackie said, relieved. He handed over the Diglett with a sense of great relief. "I dunno the area, see, and I don't wanna leave out in the open if it lives in caves, and no way could I trade it to any random person, it wouldn't be safe."
"Well, there are some who might welcome the challenge in training," Byron said, and Mackie nodded. "I'll let it out and see what its like. I can find it a home far away if it definitely can't be tamed."
"Well..." Mackie allowed, "I know scaring critters makes 'em angry. But for sure it hates me now, so good luck."
Byron nodded. "And now, unless you'd rather just leave without it..." he trailed off, cracking a smile that made him look much more like a teenager all of a sudden.
"Oh, nope. No way," Mackie touched his hat brim and grinned. He thought about taking the cap off, but Bonnie was up there again.
Byron nodded. "Then, it is my honour to award you the Coal Badge, Trainer." He held out the brown-and-silver badge, and Mackie ducked politely as he took it, holding it up to look at it closely.
"Swaaaa!" Bonnie exclaimed.
"Yeah, it's real shiny," Mackie agreed, and saw Byron roll his eyes a little. "Well, it is," he told the Gym leader, and pulled in his chin to look down and pin the badge to the front of his overalls.
"Congratulations," Byron said, and Mackie was surprised that he actually looked kind of happy. But then, he did get to give the first badge of the League out to the new trainers, so maybe he didn't mind losing so much.
"Thank you, sir," Mackie replied. This was only the first step, but he felt proud anyway. Bonnie and Luster had been amazing. He was gonna take them out somewhere big to fly with his kite, as soon as he could.
**
Maybe it was because he was winding down from the morning's cave ordeal, and then taking on the Gym Leader, (which, Mackie admitted, he could have left till tomorrow... but he had gotten all tunnel-visioned again), but his leg was just now starting to really hurt, and boy was he ever tired.
He'd found a place to eat, though, treating himself to a nice restaurant, since he'd just won his first important battle. The waiters all gave him funny looks for his clothes, even though he was wearing his nicest shirt, green and black plaid, but they were still nice, not snooty, and he realized why when he saw some people in miner coveralls on the terrace. Hardworking people in this city, for sure.
Mackie sat out on the terrace to eat, too, and the sun was going down, making the light all orange and changing the colours of the rock and brick of the city. He didn't like booze much, even if he'd been old enough to buy it, but he had gotten some ginger ale, and poured it into a wine glass, just for kicks. He raised it, looking up, to where Bonnie was perched on the peak of a roof across the street, Luster next to her, wings glinting in the low sunlight.
"You're both stars," he said, even though they couldn't hear him right now, and took a sip of the fizzy drink.
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(OOC: Since this is one post, I'm skipping the IC shopping run again. Say Mackie purchased a potion to replace the one he used, and one Pink Apri Ball—unless he can get two, but I think it's one per of these special ones, right? Mackie doesn' t like pink so much, but he definitely likes the way these balls work with the positive connection.)